#but when i start flapping after getting kissed i can't help but feel a bit self conscious v_v

[hypernixation]

guy who flaps his hands after making out

[chlorinecake]

It's sad you haven't written that much for sunoo

𐙚 — 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐤.𝐬𝐧

▹ PAIRING: boyfriend ! sunoo x girlfriend ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: While on a picnic date with your boyfriend in honor of your one year anniversary together, things take an unexpected turn as one simple touch leads to another...

▹ WARNINGS: TOUCH DEPRIVED SUNOO who can't help but leave marks all over your neck and thighs, fluff mixed with super messy smut, fingering + oral (f. r), handjob, protected sex (love that for them), tit and spit play, exhibitionism, mentions of food

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.5k

“You brought ice cream to our picnic date in the summer?”

“Yes... and you wrote me a love letter,” Sunoo replied frankly, the gentle park breeze blowing his wavy bangs to the side of his face slightly... “of course I appreciate the gesture, baby, but why go through all that trouble of trying to hide it from me?”

His question made a memory resurface in the back of your mind.

One from earlier this morning when you threw a pillow at his face in an attempt to sneak away with the letter undetected.

Not one of your best moments, you'll admit, but he took it lightly anyways, laughing off the confusion your strange behavior brought about...

“You weren’t supposed to come back home til tomorrow, Sunoo, and I wanted to surprise you…” your voice trailed off just as your boyfriend rested his hand at your thigh, caressing the flesh in a soothing manner…

“I wanted to make it more special,” you went on, feeling your heart flutter slightly at the way he suddenly tilted his head at you, almost as if cooing at your worried confession.

“____… what could be more special than a letter with your sweet kisses all over it?” Sunoo asked, gaze falling to your lips for a second before his eyes flicked back up, displaying his comforting smile.

“Just open it already,” you whined playfully, making your boyfriend giggle a bit at your impatience.

“Wait, I wanna guess what’s inside first!” He paused excitedly, looking to the clouds as he sat in thought…

“Hmm,” Sunoo hummed, feeling through the envelope with his fingers to see if it'd give him any clues… “are these... condoms?!!”

“What!? No! Why would I give you such a thing!?” You laughed out loud, giving the park a brief scan to see if anyone was around to have heard your boyfriend's wild revelation.

“Relax, ____... nobody’s watching the romantic couple on their picnic date,” Sunoo reassured with a light-hearted chuckle, running his hand a little higher on your thigh this time, making your breath hitch slightly.

What was getting into him today?...

“Righttt... so it’s just us and the trees now, huh?” You asked sarcastically, just as a random hiker came walking up the trail a few feet behind you two.

“Yup!” Sunoo answered confidently, letting his touch leave your skin, “just us, the trees... and no protection…”

Tear ˎˊ˗ ...

Sunoo tore open the triangular flap that once sealed the envelope, opening the paper-pocket to reveal a set of tiny squares poking back at him…

“Wow,” his voice started, a feigned shock to his tone, “you must really wanna take me raw after this…”

“Oh my God, you’re being such a slut today,” you whisper-yelled, smacking his shoulder playfully before taking the envelope from his grasp, shaking out the contents into his open palm.

“They’re P o l a r o i d s,” you enunciated slowly, “of us, baby...” you continued with a smile, watching as he brought each photo to his face, one by one to examine them...

“Aww,” Sunoo pouted, feeling his own heart warm up at the burst of memories. “Thank you, love… this is such a sweet anniversary gift,” he said, leaning forward to hug you, his weight accidentally overtaking you to the point where your back fell against the picnic mat with a soft thud.

It wasn't unusual for Sunoo to underestimate his strength, especially whenever he got excited and wanted to show you his affection... still, it's something that he always felt bad about doing...

“____, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” your boyfriend's initially apologetic voice trailed off, all thanks to the mistakably erotic sound that slipped past your lips while caged beneath him.

“S-Sunoo… it's okay,” you stammered nervously, feeling his thigh brush up against your core as he adjusted him position, a small wet spot from your soaked panties now marking his jeans.

You couldn't think of anything to say, especially not with the way your sundress was hiked up now, putting your hips and bottom on full display.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you were met with the wet sight yourself now, Sunoo’s flexed thigh doing nothing but make things worse for the ache growing inside you...

“T-that's not what I think it is... right?”

Your boyfriend's voice came out quietly as a delayed silence followed right after, his eyes staying fixed on you as you raised to sit on your knees now.

You put a hand to his chest, pushing his back against the picnic mat now before leaning on top of him and whispering, “Stop staring and just kiss me already…”

Sunoo almost couldn't believe those words had left your mouth so smoothly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with anticipation as his eyes fell back to your lips.

Your gorgeous, kissable lips...

“And if anyone sees us?” He asked with a slight rasp to his voice, eyes sparkling beneath the sunlight as you traced the side of his face with a finger...

“Then they can cry about it…”

That's all it took before you two started kissing, both of your eyes fluttering shut as gentle sounds of pleasure were exchanged by the tips of your tongues.

You felt one of his hands find the side of your face and drift down to your neck, his touch gripping just enough at your throat for the pressure to be noticeable, but not overwhelming.

“Been wanting to do this since we got here,” Sunoo groaned, a little weak yet heavy at the end as you broke away from the kiss, meeting his eyes with your own lovestruck ones as you noticed his touch wandered lower, pulling your sundress over the curve of your hips again, tugging at your panties.

“Wanna get these off of you so bad, baby,” your boyfriend said breathlessly, your legs wasted no time in moving just enough for him to slip your panties down and toss them.

“Much better,” you hummed, letting your lips find his again in an even more hungry kiss than before as you felt his fingers ghost over your folds, circling your clit in a way that had you twitching almost instantly.

Something about the way he kissed you in this moment was so raw and greedy, a bit of spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, only for you two to take turns licking it back up with your tongues.

And he was gathering so much of your slick on his fingers, too, making your clit throb with need as he kept toying with it, your hips subconsciously rocking against his fingers as you grew closer and closer.

“You're making such a mess of me, Sunoo,” you said in between kissing him, his mouth traveling to your neck where he sucked even harder against your flesh, groaning against your skin.

“Can't help it when you taste so sweet, love,” is all he managed to say before rolling you over on your back and taking dominance again, your body being sprawled out face-up on the picnic mat as he started to pepper kisses down from your jaw, to your tits, before finally reaching your swollen cunt.

You couldn't help but close your thighs around his head, even though it was only a matter of time before he forced them open again, taking a break to finger your pussy while marking the expanse of your thighs, holding intense eye contact with you the entire time.

“Could play with your pussy all day, baby,” he mumbled against you, moving from your thigh to lick a stripe up the middle of your core, “might have to beg me to stop...”

“F-fuck,” you cried out, arching your back at the way your core trembled thanks to his skilled fingers curling inside you, “I'm so close, baby...”

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly, looking you straight in the eye again while still fucking you with his digits, “gonna cream on my fingers, baby?... clench that pretty pussy as you cum for me?”

A string of desperate yes's spilled from your lips only to get caught in your throat, your teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself release from the inside out, shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

“That's it baby... let it all out,” Sunoo cooed, fingers not ceasing in fucking your hole until you reached your hand down to stop his wrist from moving.

Sunoo just stared at you for a second... and even though he knew you hated when he did that, he couldn't help it. You just looked so beautiful to him right now. Cheeks a flushed hue from your orgasm, covered in his marks from your chest to your thighs...

Using his free hand, Sunoo reach for the picnic basket, digging under a few things before pulling out a shiny gold package.

A condom.

“Babe, you... you planned this?” You asked with a glint of amusement to your voice, body still moving in slow-motion as you recovered from your first orgasm.

“Hey, don't judge me,” he smiled softly, tossing the condom in the middle of you two as he got started with unbuckling his pants, “you can put it on me, if you like...”

Timidly, you crawled towards your boyfriend on all fours, thankful to God that you didn't flinch once his dick sprung out from the confines of his boxers, nearly hitting you in the face given how hard it was.

Still, there was something about the subtle look of shock on your face that made Sunoo feel good about himself, reaching out a hand to caress your head as you tried opening the package with your nails.

“Just use your teeth, love,” Sunoo suggested, just as you took the plastic in your mouth, tearing it away with ease.

Pulling out the ring of rubber, you aligned it over his tip first, sliding it down in a stroking motion.

It doesn't take long before you have the whole condom slid down his shaft, but your ministrations don't stop there.

You kept pumping him in long, drawn out movements, experimenting with pressures and slightly escalating the speed with each stroke.

And it didn’t take long before he started moaning all loud and shamelessly, biting his lip with slightly screwed brows as you continued to jerk his cock in your hand, caressing his thigh with your free hand to help him relax.

“Sh-shit,” Sunoo cursed beneath his breath, eyes glued to the way you fisting his length, your hickey-stained cleavage coming into view as your sundress fell further down your shoulders with gravity.

The whole sight was just so intoxicating to him, especially coupled with the sensation of your fingers wrapped around him.

It was only a matter of time before you had him coming undone, filling the condom with his load as you started to stroke him more slowly now, somehow craving his dick even more.

He was a panting mess, pretty chest heaving beneath his shirt as you sat up on your knees now, crawling over to straddle his lap.

His lust-ridden eyes watched you the entire time, too, pants still lazily hanging around his thighs as you untied the bow keeping the top of your sundress together, revealing almost your full chest to him.

He didn’t hesitate to start groping your chest, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as you humped against his lap, sliding your slick folds over his wrapped dick and shivering from the returned stimulation.

You moaned at his actions, clinging onto your boyfriend’s shirt at the sudden feeling of his tip prodding at your entrance.

“God, I need to be inside you so bad, ____... need to feel you taking me nice and slow...” Sunoo practically mewled against your lips, the desperation of words making your pussy clench around nothing.

You let your hips grind against his length even faster now, despite how you both were extremely sensitive at this point.

You didn’t expect one fleeting kiss to get you here… a slimy, moaning mess in your boyfriend's lap all in the middle of nature… but you were too far gone to turn back now, and besides… something about the risk of being caught like this was a turn on for you, anyways…

Reaching down for his dick, you let the head find your hole again before slowly feeling him slide past your ridged walls, shaky sighs coming from both your lips now…

You two stayed like that for a few moments, too, simply basking in each other’s closeness until you got ready to move, Sunoo’s delicate hands resting at your hips, eventually guiding your speed.

“S-Sunoo,” you started weakly, thighs trembling at the way his tip grazed your sweet spot as he rocked you back and forth against him, “we’re not gonna last very long in a state like this…”

Your sultry words sounded like fuzz in his brain for a second, his body being too pleasure drunk to focus on anything other than the way your perfect pussy was taking him.

You kept your hands secure at his shoulders, grinding against him the best your tired legs could manage as his lips connected to the skin below your ear, speaking the feathery words: “Might as well make it worth it, then…”

That's when your boyfriend let his back fall against the picnic mat, releasing his grip from your hips, only to find your hands instead, connecting you both by your latticed fingers.

His pelvis snapped up to help you both reach your highs faster, your chest heaving with emotions as you gasped at the feeling of his cock plunging inside you so well, a mere matter of seconds passing before your orgasms hit you both like a crashing wave.

Sweet mmm's and ahh's of pleasure left both your squirming bodies, Sunoo's thighs twitching beneath you as your walls clenched down on his length, your climax taking it's sweet time to leave you.

You felt his cum slowly fill up the condom from inside you, gentle pants escaping his swollen lips as your hands stayed intertwined, eyes slightly teary beneath the shining sun.

“I can't believe we just did that in public,” you sighed, lifting your hips from his to free yourself from the stimulation, helping yourself to removing the now filled rubber from your boyfriend's dick and tossing it in a picnic napkin.

Sunoo smiled at your choice of words before sitting back up to readjust his pants, still feeling a bit wobbly in his movements after everything that just happened.

“And I'm more than open to doing this again,” he said, crawling towards you on the mat to help re-tie the bow at the top of your dress, “… and again, and again, and again...”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you chuckled with a smile, watching his hands finish up each bow before he creating a small distance between you, placing the picnic basket in the center of the mat and flipping open it's lid, his hair slightly disheveled as he asked, “In the mood for some ice cream soup?”

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[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Severus Snape

Time for our favourite potions master. (I think we all love Dom Severus, but I went with a bit of a different approach here, more like what I think he'd actually be like) Enjoy! ;)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You're usually the one taking care of him afterwards. But he likes to hold you tight and kiss lazily as you both come down off your high.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't particularly like anything about himself, but if he had to choose, he'd say his hands. On you, it's your breasts. He loves how they feel, the softness, how you respond when he touches them. If you wear a fitted or low-cut shirt, he can be very easily distracted.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He accidentally saw a fantasy in your mind once. You were daydreaming about him being dominant with you, pulling you into the potions storeroom and having you against the wall. He does find the thought of being dominant with you a turn on, but he's not confident enough yet to suggest it. One day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was a virgin before you. He knew the basics in theory, but in practice he's learning as he goes with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top. His inexperience is mixed with insecurity and having you on top with plenty of physical contact and eye contact helps him feel more secure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not a goofy person just in general, and with this even less. Sex is still a very intense experience for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It's not something he'd ever concerned himself with. But since he's been with you, he's starting to indulge in more self-care.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with Severus is very intimate. It took a lot of trust and love to get to this point and that really shows with how you make love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you came into his life, he would every now and then just to take the edge off his stress. But now he thinks it an even more lonely thing to do. He'd much rather just wait until he can be with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Outside of the bedroom, he’ll deny it entirely. But with you, when you tell him just how good he’s making you feel and how much you love him, he’s completely weak for it. He’s been denied words of love and encouragement for too long and from you he soaks up those words like a dry plant soaks up water.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed. After he got more comfortable, sometimes in the bath or shower. You might start making out on the couch or something, but he'll want to move to the bed before you go all the way.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you stand up for him. Sirius Black made the mistake of insulting Severus in front of you, and you cast a spell at Black to turn him green with purple spots and told him if he can't control his flapping mouth, you'd spell a muzzle on him. Sev started undoing the laces of your dress the moment you got home. When you brush his hair back and kiss this particular spot behind his ear on the side of his neck, he turns to putty in your hands.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No public sex. And no student/teacher roll play, he just can't.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving, and he's found he enjoys giving too. Having you sit on his face is something he particularly enjoys.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and gentle.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not something he's really into. A quick make out session, maybe. But you both prefer to actually take your time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Given his inexperience, pretty much everything is an experiment to him. He's actually pretty vanilla and happy with that. What he has with you now is more than he ever though he'd have. But if you suggest something, he's usually willing to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Once is usually it. Physically he could go more, but emotionally it can get overwhelming.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not toys per se, but when feeling adventurous, you have experimented with a few spells and magic concoctions.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As he gets more comfortable with sex and intimacy, he’s become more of a tease and enjoys finding ways to get you worked up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty quiet. Gasps and moans and hard breathing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Severus has issues about nudity, and it takes him a while to be comfortable with being fully naked around you. You worked on this bit by bit; foreplay while both fully clothed, letting him become familiar with your body first. The first time you had sex you were both still dressed. You always made sure he was comfortable and didn't push him for more than he could handle.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's big. Eight inches and nicely thick. (The bulge in his trousers does not lie. You know which scene I mean)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not high before, but the more your relationship progresses, the more his sex drive has started to increase.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he'll doze off fairly quickly, other times you may both be awake for half an hour or so cuddling and talking.

[dynjas]

@naariel I'm finally finished! Here's the Fanfic inspired by your stunning artwork!

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Getting too comfortable

🔞 Halsin X fem!reader, virgin reader, first kisses, first times, masturbation

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You hear huffing and groaning inside of Halsin's tent and you begin to worry.

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Originally you were on the way with the others into town to visit some bar and Halsin decided to stay behind - wanted to enjoy the little bit of nature he got left outside of Baldurs Gate.

You on the other hand decided halfway that you preferred to stay behind too - maybe spend some time alone with the man you had a crush on as big as himself.

So you excused yourself with 'an sudden stomach ache and Halsin would totally know what to do'.

You were met with knowing smirks and Astarion couldn't waste this opportunity to tease you.

"Well, of course he would know how to HELP you, darling."

The rest was snickering behind their hands but you just rolled your eyes. "Well, I'm going. I wish you fun at the bar!"

You waved over your head as you turned around on your way back to camp.

Cheers and and good lucks and Astarions "Let your cherry pop!" were heard behind your back and you couldn't fight the blush.

You never trusted or felt enough for anyone to have sex with. But with Halsin? You shook your head.

You just wanted to spend some time with him, maybe reading or watching him whittle. Maybe he would even make you something.

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But here you are now - kneeling before his tent with worry inside every fiber of your heart. He sounds so.... breathless. Nearly pained. You want to rush inside and make sure he's fine but something holds you there.

Was that a moan just now?

Before you can stop yourself, you reach out for his tent flap so you can see what is going on - his name dying on your chocked breath.

He isn't in pain, far from it. His head thrown back on his bedroll, eyes closed, left hand fisted in his silky brown locks, lips slightly parted while another moan falls from them.

Your eyes travel from his gorgeous face down to his pecs. Your breath hitches while your eyes travel down his stomach and you can nearly feel your heart jumping out of your throat when you reach where his right hand is.

He's leisurely stroking his massive cock - At least you think it is big, because you really never saw one. But you would say it's size is fitting to his height.

After a while of silently watching him, you feel the need in you rise to touch yourself too. You're still sitting in his 'doorway' but before you can really think about it your hand slowly - silently - slides down over your stomach. Until you sneak your fingers under the waistband of your leggings and underwear.

When your fingers touch your already swollen and wet clit you can't help and let out a whimper - and that stops the magic.

Halsin's eyes snap open, slightly glowing this beautiful golden, the hand on his cock stilled at it's thick base, the tip glistening in the warm candlelight.

You shudder at this sight and the movement causes your clit to brush against your fingers again wich causes you to moan.

At this your eyes snap back to his and you realise he's staring at you - eyes glowing, teeth biting at his bottom lip. You see his right arm twitching as if it's hard to hold still. To not touch himself while looking at you with your fingers between your legs. Because of him.

Another whimper falls from your lips, but you don't move.

"Tav" Halsin's voice is deep and hoarse and you feel yourself getting even wetter.

"I think I got a little too comfortable here - thinking I'm alone."

Lowly chuckling he's slowly getting into a sitting position, eyes never leaving you, still glowing with desire but his brows furrow slightly as if he's concerned.

Who could be mad at him? He most certainly wanted to take some time for himself only for you to sneak up on him and even masturbating at the sight of him pleasuring himself.

"Halsin, I -" you want to start your apology, but he shakes his head and reaches his hand out to you.

"Don't apologise. We're just following our instincts. Like -"

"Like nature intended." You breathe out.

He smiles at you and gently grips the wrist of your hand that's still between your legs. Slowly pulling your sticky fingers out of your pants and in his direction.

At the sight of your own arousal covering your fingers his eyes begin to glow again.

But he's just looking, not doing anything, as if uncertain.

"You know..." He starts again.

"Since the shadow curse, I never really thought about seeking out another for.... intimacy. A lover."

His eyes fall on yours and you shiver at his intense stare, feel the goosebumps rising.

"Being archdruid didn't help either and my mind was always occupied and in the blink of an eye a whole century went by."

You see his face fall slightly and you want to caress away his worried expression. But before you can reach out, Halsin's hand softly tightenes on your wrist he's still holding and begins to speak again.

"But since I joined you and especially since lifting the curse there is a hunger in me - a passion - that just won't be sated. Even the bear can't calm down this hunger. And oak father preserve me, I would have already shown all my desire to you..."

His words trail off and you know exactly what he wants to say and you feel a pang in your heart.

"If I wasn't a virgin, you would have already had sex with me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he still hears you.

Halsin's thoughtful expression changes to a surprised one. But then he smiles softly.

"Tav, just because you had sex before doesn't mean you sleep with everyone who wants to sleep with you. There are some out there who do this, but not me. I need to have a connection with this person. And I never felt such a strong one before you." He's softly pulling at your wrist again, so you can sit beside him on his bedroll. You try really hard to ignore his still naked and absolute gorgeous body, while being totally overwhelmed by his words.

Halsin chuckles beside you as he notices your stare.

"I can cover up, if you're uncomfortable to see...the evidence of my desire for you."

"Gods, please don't."

You can't help moaning out your response without a thought and his still hard member twitches happily.

Your eyes are still glued to the massive thing between Halsin's legs so you don't notice that he lifts your still sticky fingers to his lips. Only after the first lick of his big, hot and wet tongue you snap your head up to look at his face.

And gods, you need to suppress another moan, but a hoarse "Halsin" slips out anyway.

"You're delicious, my heart."

Another lick. "I'm honoured that you're producing this absolutely delicious honey for me. I would love to taste it from you directly."

His eyes are golden and intense on yours again but you see the question in his eyes.

Before you can try to think clear again he adds "If you trust me enough to give yourself to me. Because I don't think I'm able to hold back once I tasted you. You should know that my heart doesn't stir lightly...." He's taking a deep breath.

"But it does now. I knew you were special from the first moment I saw you. And while you shouldered my burden with me, my heart grew attached to you. But when I found out you never felt the touch of another.... I was afraid. Afraid I would be too much - too overwhelming. You know that I have trouble controlling the bear when my blood boils too hot, so -"

You lay your free hand on his cheek and interrupt his rambling softly.

"Shhh, all is good. I don't know who told you that you're too much, but I want you Halsin. All of you. "

You're face is already flaming but it gets even hotter with your next words.

"You don't know how often I touched myself in lonely nights, wishing you were the one touching me. I long for your touch but you never showed this kind of interest in me, so I was happy that I had at least the privilege to bask in your presence, your kindness."

He presses a kiss to your knuckles at your words, and continues to listen.

"Since you joined us I feel so much lighter. You're so goddamn kind, I don't know where to put all the feelings that grow every time I watch you... being you. So kind, generous, patient. So... absolutely stunning handsome."

You both laugh. "My heart, I fear you're describing yourself here. I mean, you shouldered my century old burden on your already heavy shoulders and after we survived a literal god you just smiled it off as if you... I don't know. As if you didn't do anything. But you did everything. You freed Thaniel, Moonrise Towers, Aylin and Isobel could finally be reunited...and you saved me. I can finally move on. And I would love to do that with you by my side. If you'd have me."

Halsin puts his big hands on both sides of your face and brings your forehead to his, so close you can almost taste him.

You suck in an unsteady breath before speaking.

"Without you and the others I would be nowhere. I wouldn't have been able to save the grove alone. Wouldn't be able to save you! I'm so glad I've got to meet you. I love you, Halsin!"

Happy tears fill your eyes but you don't care. You throw your arms around his neck and crash your lips to his.

He let's out a surprised moan at this, but he's quick to kiss you back and tangle his big hands in your hair.

"I love you too, my heart. I'm thankful for every moment I'm able to spend with you."

Your heart grows at his words and you just press yourself more into him, trying to taste more of him.

He's moving his lips against yours and you try to follow his lead but you don't really know what to do.

Halsin seems to notice your misery and smiles against you. "We have enough time to practice, little one. Enough time to find our own rhythm."

His words soothe you and you smile up at him, reaching out to give him another kiss - this time a little more confident.

He's slowly pushing you back onto his bedroll - giving you enough time to push him away. But you don't - even pulling him with you, spreading your legs so he can settle in between them.

With both his hands on either side of your head he's smiling down at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes that you feel tears welling up again.

But before any tears can fall he's already there - kissing both of your eyes.

"You are certain you want this, my love? I really don't know if I can hold myself back, I don't want to hurt you."

He's looking down at you, while you just nod.

"I'm not really sure what to expect but I want it - I want you, Halsin. I've wanted you for a while now and I'm so happy that you feel the same about me."

Now you can't stop some tears from flowing, but Halsin is there again. Kissing them away and then your lips.

You open your mouth to let out a surprised moan but Halsin sneaks his tongue into your mouth and muffles the sound.

You only part after needing air and you smile shyly up at him. Every touch of him is just so mind-blowing that you don't know how to think straight anymore.

While you recover from the kiss you feel Halsin lightly tugging at your clothes.

"Is it okay to undress you, my heart? I wish to gaze on nature's most beautiful creation."

You flush even redder at his words and you only nod, lifting yourself a little so he can undress you completely.

With every piece of clothing gone from your body you hear his breath hitch. Once you're fully naked under him - legs slightly apart, nipples hard, face red and hair disheveled - Halsin is leaning back to look down at you. He let's out a low growl and you shiver.

"Oak Father preserve me... certainly, nature has outdone itself with you. It's beyond me how such a beautiful creature can fall for someone like me."

"Halsin, please. You're perfect and I'm going to show that to you starting tomorrow. But please...do something! I need you!"

You whine at him, fisting the sheets beneath you and lifting your hips.

The flash of gold returns into Halsin's eyes and he smiles lovingly down at you.

"Your wish is my command. Bear with me for a moment."

You want to groan at his pun, but his lips are on yours before you can make a sound.

While he's kissing you senseless again, his hands are slowly traveling down your body. When he reaches your breasts and kneads both lovingly, you both moan into the kiss.

After he seems to have teased your breasts and nipples enough he continues to let his right hand wander down your body, while his other hand is cradling your cheek.

He starts kissing down your neck, over your breasts where he gives each nipple loving kisses and licks.

You moan while tangling your hands in his soft hair while he wanders over your stomach and finally between your legs.

As you feel Halsin's breath on your sensitive clit you begin to squirm. "Halsin....!"

And then his tongue is licking you. You're nearly crying out, holding his hair in a death grip but Halsin doesn't seem to mind that much.

He's just looking up at you to make sure you're okay.

"Gods, you taste divine, my heart." Halsin gives your clit a short kiss and continues to eat you out - holding your tights with his big hands so you don't squish him in between.

You moan loudly and toss your head to both sides, releasing his hair so you can fist the sheets beneath you - nearly tearing them.

When he slips his tongue into your entrance you're seeing stars.

"H-Halsin! I - I think... I'm going to...!"

His licks intensify at that and he releases one of your thighs so he can rub you with his thumb.

You explode with his name on your lips and Halsin drinks everything you have to give him.

Only after you've calmed down Halsin lifts his head and licks his lips.

"That was delicious, thank you."

He comes above you again and gives you a sweet kiss wich you happily reply.

"That was... I never felt like this before. Thank you, Halsin." You're still slightly out of breath but you smile up at him and he's smiling back.

"Oh, but that was just the beginning, my heart. That means, if you're still up for it?"

"As I said - I wanted you for awhile now."

You reach out to him so you can pull him down to kiss him.

Halsin hums against your lips and then sits back, spreading your knees apart.

"Say when it hurts and I'll immediately stop."

His eyes are searching yours, while you nod.

"Say that you understand, Tav. I need you to be completely certain."

"Oak Father, preserve me! Halsin, when you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to fuck you!"

His eyes widen in shock at your outburst, but then he chuckles.

"We can remember that for a later occasion, my heart. Now - relax for me."

Your sigh and lie back again, relaxing your body as good as you can while Halsin is positioning himself at your entrance.

His tip is slowly stretching you and you moan out, trying to hold onto something.

Halsin notices that your hand is searching for something, so he reaches one hand out to you and entangles his fingers with yours.

"You're taking me wonderful, my heart. Just a bit more." His voice is hoarse but still soothing.

Your eyes wander between your legs so you can see where you're connected to him, while he's trying to push himself completely inside.

"Oh gods, Halsin! Keep going!"

You throw your head back again and moan loudly.

Halsin growls at that and in one thrust he has bottomed out.

"Tav...! Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

His voice is strained and he's speaking through gritted teeth while trying to hold still. Even now he thinks only about your wellbeing and your heart grows at that.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm so full... finally one with you. Just give me a second."

You're feeling both pleasure and pain but the pain subsides while your walls pulse around Halsin's big cock.

When you feel yourself growing wetter you move your hips a little to rock against Halsin.

His hands squeeze your knees while he's holding your legs apart, breath hitching and growling. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to calm down, his whole body glistening with a shimmer of gold.

He shakes his head, gripping your legs thighter - surely bruising them - and then he opens his eyes again, the glow disappearing.

"I'm sorry love, I nearly lost myself there." Halsin smiles down at you while you are still dazed about how you can trigger such a strong reaction from him.

Before you can answer him he's already over you again, gripping both of your hands in his and bringing them over your head.

He slowly begins to thrust in and out, so you can get used to him moving inside you.

You cry out in pleasure and just a little bit of pain.

He's filling you entirely each time he's fully inside again and you feel oddly whole. As if he was meant for you - and you for him.

Halsin's pace picks up as he searches your lips for a searing kiss. His tongue licking your lips, caressing your own tongue and moaning into your mouth.

After a while you feel your orgasm approach and you try to encourage Halsin to go faster, so you move with him.

He's picking up on that and releases your hands so he can grip your hips - lifting them from his bedroll and thrusting hard into you.

Your screams and moans are swallowed by his mouth on yours so you grip on his shoulders and surely leave scratch marks.

The thought of marking him gets you even more excited so you try to press yourself tighter around him while he fucks you into oblivion.

With one right angled thrust you throw your head back and scream out in ecstasy - your orgasm shaking your whole body.

You barely register Halsin's ragged breathing and erratic thrusts before he finishes shortly after inside you.

He carefully releases your hips and pulls himself out slowly, still trying not to hurt you.

You giggle at that but your feelings are overwhelmed and tears are quickly flooding your cheeks.

Halsin is on alert ASAP and is looking for any blood or damage he has left - softly wiping you with a wet towel he had beside his bedroll. You shudder, when he touches your overstimulated pussy.

"My heart! I'm sorry, where does it hurt? I'm -"

"Halsin... It's okay. I'm not crying because I'm sad."

You still giggle while wiping your face. Halsin looks utterly confused now.

"I think... I think I'm just too full of your love."

Finally understanding settles into Halsin and he relaxes.

"My heart. Come here to me."

He's lying beside you on his bedroll and wraps you in his strong arms while you slip into the best sleep you ever had.

Halsin is kissing your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you, until he's too exhausted to stay awake himself.

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Meanwhile the rest of the party is back since a while and they all sit at the campfire with red heads.

"Well, her cherry popped profoundly..." Astarion mutters under his breath.

[ickmick]

Novelvember week 3

prompt: yet another incorrect quote, which is at the end of the fic :3

duo or ship: tango/grian with plenty of impulse & grian interaction!

A certain pesky bird goes poking through the local dungeon master's storage unit. After getting caught red handed, he flees to tell a fellow hermit, seeking advice for his rising feelings.

OR

Grian has a gay panic over Tango making out with him and tells Impulse all about it before promptly deciding physical touch is not currently Fun.

ao3 link | week one | week two

pssst... wanna see the full drawing? click here! <3

breif warning for a sort of anxiety attack at the very end. its not described in much detail, mostly just discomfort with physical touch.

Pacing the length of the entry room in Impulse's base, Grian grumbles a bit and checks his communicator again. The device was silent, cold metal pressing into his palms as he gripped it. Where is he? It's already been ten minutes, and the avian had thought Impulse was nearby. 

As he starts typing out another DM, the sound of rockets got close. Grian perks, wings raising as he looks for the source. There, incoming fast on glossy metal dragonfly wings, was the man of the hour.

“Hey! Sorry for taking a while, you know how Zed gets after cuddling,” The daemon calls with a chuckle when he's close enough. Through Impulse's many mentions of it, yes, he did know. There had been a few times he'd seen it himself, too.

Distantly, he recalls years long past where Tango had teased both Zedaph and Impulse for it. An uncomfortable jealousy rises, despite not having any reason to be. Not only was Tango very much not dating the two anymore, but Grian didn't have a connection like that to any of them. So it didn't make much sense to feel this way.

Impulse lands with an oomph next to Grian, furry whip-thin tail stretching out in an instinctive balancing act. It brings the avian back to the now relatively quickly. “How are you?” 

Frowning, he stays quiet for a second as the taller man closes his elytra and pushes his flight goggles up. “I think you know that,” Grian replies finally, a whine in his voice.

“Is it that bad?” Impulse asks, furrowing his brows while trying not to look too amused. When the avian just groans and turns away to keep pacing, he rolls his eyes fondly. “Come in, come in. Do you want a drink or something to eat, maybe?”

They go inside, and Grian hops up onto the island counter in the kitchen while the taller man gets out two glasses. Swinging his feet lightly, he sighs again. Heavily.

“Grian… buddy, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. I may give decent advice, but only when I know the situation.” Pouring water for them, the daemon walks over and holds one glass out. “Come on, what'd Tango do?”

The amused look on Impulse’s face only serves to make him more pouty. But after taking a long sip of water, Grian indignantly flaps his ear wings and looks away. “Well, it's confusing! He's confusing! He kissed me!”

Raising a brow, his friend sat in one of the bar stools. “Doesn't he, uh, always do that?” Pointing a finger limply at Grian, he adds, “I thought you two were in a loose QPR or something?”

“Yeah-!” Exasperation laces his exclamation, and his wings poof up. “But this was different!” His cheeks got warm, and he quickly took another gulp of water.

“How so?” Impulse tilted his head, elbow leaned on the counter as he looked up at him.

Flustered, the avian set his glass down and waved his arms about. “Usually it's an agreed on moment! He just went for it!”

This seemed to surprise Impulse, as he sat up straighter. His expression got a bit dark, voice serious. “Wait, went for it? He didn't disrespect your consent, did he?”

Face blanking briefly, he quickly shook his head. “Coders, no! That was- I didn't word it right. I promise it's not like that.” As the daemon relaxed- glad his pseudo brother wasn't causing actual problems- Grian looked away and traced the lip of his cup. “I mean that usually I'm like… Usually I'm there with intentions of garnering affection. But I was just, uh, sort of there this time.”

“Sort of there?” The taller hermit tilts his head. “Oh,” he smiles, “you were stealing from his storage again, weren't you?”

“Borrowing,” Grian sniffs, wings relaxing behind himself. “Those eggs weren't going to-” he realizes he's mumbling and stops, indignantly chirping.

“Eggs?” Impulse grins, all teasing words and smile-narrowed golden eyes.

Swatting at his arm, the avian groans. “Shut- forget I said anything!” He hops down from the counter, frowning deeply, only to be caught around the middle by a laughing man. A little gasp escapes him, but then he turns to glare heatlessly.

“No, I'm sorry,” He pulls him over to his side, words warm, “Tell me what happened. I'll try not to tease more.” Impulse carefully tucks a bit of fluffy hair behind his friend's ear, admittedly making the avian feel much more at ease. It was easier to talk when he wasn't in ‘playful older brother’ mode. 

He supposed the habit must be pretty strong, seeing as Impulse had both a little sister- Gem- and a little brother. Albeit, Tango wasn't actually related to him- that'd be really weird considering their past- and was only a month younger, but the point stood.

“I doubt that,” Grian mumbles in response, getting onto the stool next to him anyways. “But fine. Since I'm already here.” That, and they both knew even Zedaph didn't know the two's ex well enough to tell what he was up to. If Grian wanted in-depth advice regarding Tango, Impulse was the only one to ask.

“Sure,” the daemon hummed, arm falling to the side as Grian sat. His smile softens, and he urges him to go on with a brief hand motion.

Thinking about where to start, he stares down at his nearly empty glass. “Well, I just needed a few more bits and bobs for a build. And obviously, Tango has a lot of those.” As he speaks, he moves his hands about animatedly. “So, I figured, ‘ why not skim off the top? ’” His voice is hesitant, and he shrugs casually. Yes, this will do, easing into just what happened.

Impulse offers no response outside a little nod, allowing Grian the space to speak. So naturally, he does. “I've done it plenty, and he doesn't ever care because, you know, it's just little things.” Pausing, he hums and adds nonchalantly, “Even then, he never seems to mind when I take anything.”

It was probably a bigger deal than he'd assumed, as Impulse gave a big grin. Still, he says nothing, so with a nervous little chirp, Grian continues. “Anyways, he's been busy, so I let myself in and went downstairs…”

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Grian had hummed a soft, happy tune as he'd gracefully glided down into the belly of Tango's base. It had been a little hard to navigate with all the redstone, but he'd been down there enough times to narrowly avoid imminent death. At least for today.

The avian landed in the large doorway, and shook out his wings before folding them. He looked around, thinking over what he'd come for. It took a minute, dark brown eyes scanning the signs. Having recalled it, he set out for the chests he'd been sure had the right little things.

Something thudded a few minutes later, the distant sound of metal whistling through the air following it. The avian had frozen up, mid looting of some less than useful chests. As far as his build went, Grian had no use for the things he'd been grabbing.

He'd glanced between the room's entrance and the armful of eggs he'd currently held. Amongst them a few bits of gold shone, and a decently sized chunk of lapis had been tucked against his side. Conflicted between knowing he should get the hell out and his own instinct to take the precious items, he remained kneeled in front of the chest.

As the metallic elytra clinks a few times and makes a soft scratching as it shuts, Grian frowns and slowly scoots towards the bag he'd dropped on the floor for whatever he ‘borrowed’. It was his own bag, at least, empty outside of a few little miscellaneous items. That and the copper he originally came here for.

Carefully unloading his last haul of mostly eggs and shiny bits with a pleased chirp, he wonders why the other man hasn't walked in yet. He had heard him land, right? That wasn't his imagination? Admittedly, it should figure that he'd make it up.

So after another pause to listen, he shrugs and continues, poking into a few other chests. A soft trill leaves him as he finds some red wool, and he gently tucks it around the eggs. Can't possibly blame him for obeying his bird brain. 

He does some more back and forths between tucking a myriad of items around the eggs and snagging half slabs of copper. At some point he'd resumed his delightful tune. Then, someone clears their throat. Grian freezes, wings poofing up. As he hears a familiar snort, he scrambles up onto his feet and turns around.

Tango is leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. His metal elytra is folded behind himself, golden yellow magma-filled sections glowing in a way that imitates the man's own fire. “Whatcha up to, G?” The blaze watches him, raising a brow. There was a faint amusement to his tone, but he seemed a bit too tired for this.

“Uh,” looking down at the near full bag, he smiles, “Just helping you clean your storage, of course!” Over his shock and now in his usual mind of mischief, Grian puts his hands on his hips, inclining his head playfully. “There were some weird things in weird places, Tango.”

Seemingly giving him a moment to process what he's said, Tango offers a sharp grin. “Oh really?” He inquires in an unamused tone that says; ‘I don't believe you for a minute’. “The automated storage unit that I built myself is broken?”

The avian falters, glancing around at the room. It didn't feel like banter suddenly. “Y-Yes.” Confirming his shoddy alibi, and therefore sealing in another task for the other, he nods. One of his ear wings moves to cover part of his face, feeling shameful.

“Hm,” Tango hums, pushing off the wall and slowly walking over. He glances down at his bag and snorts again before turning to the open chests. “And which parts would you say are broken? I'm awfully tired, but if you say it's acting up…” The blaze spoke in a quiet sneer, knowing very well that his friend was full of it. But he didn't seem angry per se. 

Hesitating, he slowly turned around to look at the chests he'd raided. “Uhm, you see,” Grian trailed off, nibbling at his lower lip. He could feel the taller man stare down at him, and slumps a bit. Stealing ultimately unimportant items was one thing, they all did that regularly. Giving another hermit more work to cover up a lie though, that made his stomach twist. It just wasn't right.

Tango didn't say anything as the avian processed, tail idly flicking back and forth. He didn't speak up when said man leaned down and started to close the chests either. “Nothing is broken,” Grian quietly says, guilty. Hearing Tango cross his arms more than he really saw it in his peripherals, he cringed. “Sorry. If you'd like I can put everything back, I know you've been busy.” 

And yet he still swung by. He wasn't at all surprised to have been caught either. Rather, he'd been surprised by the sour turn of events. Tango seemed much more exhausted than one would imagine. Then again, he did build an entire game so… maybe it hadn't been a good idea to come pester him.

“I don't care about the items,” the blaze says after a moment. He grabs the back of Grian's sweater and pulls him back into a stand, making him look up at him. Behind Tango's irritated expression, he could see fatigue in his icy blue eyes. “What I care about is that you lied about it.”

Feeling rather small under his gaze, Grian looks away again. “I was only joking,” he weakly defended. It had in fact been another tease, one he knew he'd see through. Although– 

“That doesn't change the fact that you lied after, when I asked about it.” Tango’s voice lilts up towards frustration, arms crossed again. He'd practically spoken the shorter man's thoughts aloud. “Obviously I knew it was a joke, Grian.”

“Then-!” The avian tosses his hands up, cutting off his own shout to groan. “Why are you scolding me, then?”

Furrowing his brows at the weak glare, Tango's soul flame tail swishes in annoyance. “I just told you,” he says firmly, clearly attempting to remain calm. “Can we not do this right now? I have things to do.”

Now agitated as well- despite not having the right to be- Grian rolls his eyes and puffs his wings up to seem bigger. “You started it! Come on, shout back! You're clearly upset!”

The blaze stares, clearly riled if the crackling flame on his tail tip was anything to go by. After processing, he stepped closer, purposely looming over Grian now. “You should stop while you're ahead, birdie.” The nickname was startlingly out of place in the moment, said with such strained warning.

“And why is that,” he prods, feeling a bit childish for how he essentially was throwing a fit. It wasn't clear even to himself what was going on at this point.

“You're in my base,” Tango reminds him, grabbing his chin, “and you've stolen my items. I couldn't think of a better reason.”

This had all turned weirdly intimate, their faces inches apart as they seethed at each other. Deep down he sort of knew it was going to be fine, somehow finding warmth hidden in the other's gaze. Tango's voice had lowered, but not in the dark and angry way. It was almost sultry.

Flustering, the avian taunts, “Oooh, you wanna kiss me so bad!” It's entirely immature. And very out of line, had either been angry enough. But he desperately wanted to soothe the tension, chest tight from even the vague argument. So he did what he did best, make stupid, borderline flirtatious, jokes.

And for a second, Tango stares at him as if he was a fool. Which, he really was, so it fit. But then the blaze's cheeks warm and he seems to have an internal conflict of sorts. “What?” He finally mutters, brows furrowing again. 

Grian stares right back at him the whole time, utterly embarrassed but sticking by his own idiocy. “I said, ‘Oooh,’” he speaks slower, and a bit low, “‘you wanna kiss me-’”

He doesn't finish his echoed sentence, being grabbed by the arms and pulled close as Tango all but smashes their lips together. The taller hermit makes a noise akin to a growl, tail lashing. At first he's frozen, bewildered. It wasn't exactly the expected response. 

It seems like Tango is about to pull away, seeing as the avian had yet to do more than stare. But then Grian shuts his eyes and tosses his arms around his neck, kissing back. The blaze makes a quiet purring in response, tail moving to wrap around Grian's ankle instead of aggressively thrashing.

The kiss brimmed with burning passion, a shocking thing to occur between the two. This was so unlike their usual soft and gentle affections that Grian could feel his skin buzzing. His wings were spread out behind himself, twitching a bit as Tango nipped at his lower lip. Even his significantly smaller ear wings were raised, doing small flaps now and then. He tilted his head a bit, both to pursue a deeper kiss and to wordlessly try and figure out what the blaze wanted.

Another nip, then a hand grabbing the sides of his jaw and lightly pressing in a silent answer. Tango licks the avian's lips this time, making it even clearer. So with a muffled chirp, he parted his lips, letting him explore his mouth.

Simply holding his arm apparently was not enough. The blaze wrapped one of his own around Grian's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. He moved the other to rather gently pet the spot between his wings. It was a melting bliss. He made a mix of a groan and a trill, hearing a responding pleased grumble.

His own hands moved to grasp at Tango's hair, gentle but firmly there. Thankfully he isn't on his tiptoes, since the taller had been the one to initiate the kiss and had leaned down for it. Otherwise he may have accidentally tugged, what with how his legs felt wobbly. Though with how heated this all was, it may not have been an unwelcome action.

Tango occasionally catches Grian's lip between his teeth, rather pointy canines digging in before he'd let go and pass his tongue over the offended spot. Each and every time he earned a whine, and could hear the shorter hermit’s wings flap.

Then finally they break apart, lung capacity spent. They only leave inches between their faces, panting breaths mixing in a humid puff. Grian's eyes are lidded, staring up at the blaze with a befuddled mix of wonder and confusion. All that he gets in return is a huff and the electric look in Tango's gaze.

Flustered and red in the face, the avian sputters out a few breathless syllables. He wants answers to the many questions in his head, unsure when their energy went from purely frustrated to almost charged. It's a bit hopeless as his mind is reeling, and most of his noises are little trills. The blaze grins at that, like it was a victory on his part.

And then, Tango much more calmly leans down further to kiss his jaw softly. Grian gasps, fingers flexing in the other's hair, then tilts his head to the side as a go ahead. Safe to say this was all unexpected. It wasn't even that they'd never done any of this before. Just that the energy was so different, so much more intense.

Feather light kisses are peppered down his neck until Tango can't pull his turtleneck away any further. So he trails back up, pressing just a little more. Grian's hands are gripping tightly to his cape covered shoulders, thick fabric bunched between his fingers. He gasps as the blaze nips at his jaw, then lightly whacks him in the face with one of his ear wings. Mostly by accident.

“Hey-” Tango grunts, frowning a little as he pulls away enough to meet his gaze.

Taking a moment to regain coherent speech, Grian looks to the side. “Hey yourself,” he mumbles, a complaint in his voice.

“Too far?” The blaze asks, softening. He glances between Grian's blown pupils, smile a bit too smug.

He slowly nods, cheeks still hot. Then he looks at Tango again, taking in his red lips and heavy stare. “A bit. I'm not even sure where that came from.”

“Oh,” Blinking, he seems to think back, then snorts. “Probably from you saying I wanted to kiss you. Because I did.”

Wings puffing up in embarrassment, Grian makes a shrill noise, glaring heatlessly. “It wasn't an invitation.”

“You sure don't seem to regret it though. Can't say I do either, you look pretty all red lipped.” The blaze easily replies, smirking and leaning a bit closer.

Grian surges forward to hide his face against the taller man’s shoulder, grumbling as his face flushes all over again. He doesn't reply, hiding away as he ignores the festering pool of emotions in his chest. And the other doesn't seem to mind, rubbing his shoulder idly.

The moment is disturbed by Tango's communicator pinging, making the blaze pull it out from his robes. Grian pulls back slightly, then folds his wings carefully so he can turn in the man's arms and look at the device with him. He'll happily latch to a distraction.

It's a message from Zedaph, having another trophy challenge for him to participate in. Grumbling a bit, Tango starts to type a decline, but the small avian catches his wrist.

“Go, I have things to do too.” He leans his head on his friend's arm, looking up at him with a small smile. “And I know you want to, underneath your foggy instincts.” 

The funny thing is, Grian was easier to fluster and get entranced, but also returned to normal faster. This wasn't the case for Tango, who lingered in his emotions longer. Admittedly, this was mostly because the avian tended to ignore said emotions, but still.

Frowning, he stares at him before realizing he's right. So he deletes the draft and instead confirms he'll come. “Only because you're busy.”

“Liar,” The avian teases, narrowing his eyes. But then as Tango blushes, he looks away and sighs. He may want to ignore how he feels about a lot of this, but the guilt was returning. And that he didn't want to leave untended. “Hey uh, I'm sorry for lying. And generally for getting annoying about it after.”

Tango doesn't reply at first, putting his communicator back into some hidden pocket. But then he gently pulls Grian off of himself, turning him around to look at him properly. He's got two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his smiling face.

“It's fine, I already forgave you. I know you didn't mean anything by it.” Then, the blaze leans down and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. This is what their intimate interactions were usually like, soft and comforting. And yet this simple kiss serves to fluster Grian beyond belief.

“O-Oh!” He had chirped when his friend pulled away. “Great! Then, uh, have fun! Bye!” The avain promptly fled, just barely remembering to grab his bag on the way out.

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“And then I messaged you,” Grian finished, hands falling into his lap. He had tried to explain in as little detail as possible while still properly retelling the event, yet still felt a bit winded.

Taking a second to really soak in just what he's been told, the daemon takes in a breath. He smiles, sounding a bit surprised, “That's a lot to unpack, isn't it?”

“Yeah! It is! If you somehow missed that part, we all but made out!” He had left out the intimate details, of course. But it was hard to not mention how Tango had certainly wanted to continue. Grian's cheeks got warm just thinking back on it.

Now seeing just what was going on in the avian's brain, Impulse grins widely. “We? So you kissed back?” Grian flushes, silent aside from a nod. “Did you enjoy it?”

“What kind of question-?!” He squawks, eyes widening as he whips his head to the side. Getting only a smug look, he wrings his hands. “I mean, yeah? I wouldn't kiss him near regularly if he wasn't good at it.”

The daemon snickers, shaking his head. “That's not entirely what I meant.” Seeing as Grian still didn't get it, he sighs and takes a small sip of his water, finishing it off. “G, when you two usually kiss, does it feel the same as today?”

He thinks about it, brows furrowed in confusion. “Um, I mean, no. But we haven't ever made out. Not fully, anyways. Our relationship is…” Grian trails off, waving a hand idly as if beckoning his thoughts forth. “I don't know, softer? This was more aggressive.”

“Well you did bicker seconds before,” Impulse points out, leaning on the island counter. “So then, was it a good different?”

“Um,” The avian squints at him, as if expecting the taller man to have an ulterior motive. That one he had to properly consider. He'd been so caught up in the why that he hadn't even considered how he felt about it. 

Tango had held him so close, grip firm yet somehow still gentle. And there had been a fierce passion that sparked between them for the first time. Sure, there was always affection and genuine love in their usual exchanges, but… that was always platonic.

It hit him at about the same time Impulse waved a hand in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, he looks up at his grin and flushes a bright red. “I suppose it was,” he finally answers.

“Looks like you have it figured out now,” Impulse murmurs, a spark of pride in his eyes. “Knew you'd get there eventually!”

“Yeah,” the avian breathes. It's been a very long time since he's fallen for someone. It all feels so bizarrely foreign, complicated and messy. It's a bitHe doesn't have the time to fully let it sink in, wings puffed up in embarrassment. “Thanks, Impulse.”

“Anytime, bud,” he easily replies, patting his shoulder. “I'm more than happy to help out, you know that.”

They have tea, easing into unrelated topics. Grian keeps zoning out as his friend rattles off The Soup Groups latest goof. He doesn't mean to, genuinely interested in what Impulse has to say, but he's a bit weary after all the emotional processing he's done today. 

There's a lot of questions in his head. Namely, does he feel the same? A dreadful sort of itching crawls up his spine at the idea of it. It takes hold just under his wings, making him drag his clawed fingers over the spot over and over.

When he'd confessed to Doc a while back it wasn't anything like this. The creeper hybrid had gently turned him down, and that was that. They just returned to being purely platonic friends. And they still are. So why was Tango so different? Was he really so attached to the blaze already? 

“G?” The daemon taps his arm gently, thin tail folded over on his lap. He's smiling softly, a concerned twist in the corners. His brows furrow as Grian jolts, warm hand remaining on his arm. It feels like it's burning.

Taking a breath, Grian looks up from his empty tea cup, meeting the other's gaze. “I'm okay, don't worry.” Then the combination of burning and itching is too much and he pulls his arm away.

The avian looks out the window behind Impulse. “Sorry. I should get going,” he shakes out his wings a little, then hops down from the stool, out of the other's reach.

“Oh, well alright.” Standing as well, Impulse refrains from stepping back into his space. He's not totally sure what's wrong, but it isn't the first time Grian's gotten like this. He trusts him to self regulate, and he doesn't seem to be doing horribly.

“Thanks again for the advice,” He smiles, tone warm and genuine despite the unsteady shake in it. “See you.”

“No problem,” The daemon replies, idly itching at the base of one of his short horns. He frowns slightly as it makes Grian shiver. But before he can say anything else the shorter hermit is leaving the room, footsteps gaining speed as they become fainter. 

Maybe he should have Mumbo check in with the avian. Scar would be too quick to try to hug him, and Tango is… well he's out of the question for now. 

Nodding slightly to himself as he distantly hears Grian take off, he picks up his communicator and sends a quick message to the lanky redstoner. Then he gets to cleaning up the kitchen, brows pinched.

-

heres the quote of the week! I laughed so hard when i found it, I couldn't just not use it

a few things as well, incase i didnt make it obvious in the fic! tango used to be in a triad with impulse and zedaph a while back... things happened and now hes purely just friends with them! impulse became like an older brother to him, and zedaph got back with impulse ^^

and this is (clearly) set before scar, tango, and grian got together LOLL

more is to come on all of this, im very normal about it! (lies) and i have a lot of ideas for their relationships and everything :D

anygay, thanks for reading!! have a great week!! I'll be back on Sunday!! <3

[pillowspace]

A warmth seeps into your bones, mid-autumn air dispelled by a large fireplace. The flames in the hearth crackled, spitting embers into the air, shooting up the chimney to die off. Sat upon a long-backed chair, you lounge, normally quite content to relax after the craziness of the past. This time, however, you can't help a small fidget, a deep-rooted desire to do something, even if you're not sure what.

Getting up, your gaze sweeps your abode, littered with pieces of furniture and trinkets gifted to you by the deities, mostly Eclipse. Your eyes alight upon the kitchen, and an old pull tugs you forward, searching cabinet contents to see what you still have stocked. Flour, eggs, oats, dried meat, cheese, raspberry-

You pause at the last one, a faint memory surfacing in the back of your mind. Reaching into the container which stores the ripe red berries, an idea comes to mind. Gathering what you need, you start the fire in the oven before reaching up on tiptoe to try and obtain a pie tin, which had been tucked out of the way and forgotten. Not intentionally, of course, but you'd been a bit…distracted, for a long time, and hadn't gotten to moving it to your level again.

Your fingers brush the metal, starting to curl and pull, when your ankle decided that would be a great time to fold out from under you. A gasp slips out, tin jerked forward as you start to fall, pan following after, coming directly towards your face-

Large, bright hands catch both you and the tin. Startled, you look up into a gold and flaxen yellow face, framed by marigold rays. "Careful, sunshine," he admonishes, setting the tray aside while still holding you in an awkward dip. Flushing, you scramble to regain your footing, brushing imaginary dirt off your pants. "Thanks, Sunny," you mumble, embarrassed. The deity smiles, hand flapping back to his side now that he no longer holds you.

"Of course, sunshine. Any time," he promises. It brings an odd, not entirely pleasant, tingle to fuzz your mind, ghosts attempting to haunt you. You dismiss them with a mental flick. "What are you doing?" Sun asks, helping you break from your stupor.

Waving at your ingredients, you shrug. "Thought I might cook, for old time's sake," you inform, moving to do just that. You start with the flour, scooping water from a bucket you'd brought in earlier in the day, beginning to shape the dough. It takes a minute for the proper thickness to set in, caught off guard when Sun's hands enter from your periphery, moving to assist, making sure the tin was clean and prepped before hesitantly hovering his hands over yours. The fact he cools preceding entering your home on instinct nowadays is something to be thankful for, recalling the first time you accidentally burned your hand on him.

Everything about this moment drips with nostalgia, really. You, making raspberries pies, while Sun lingers in the room. This time, however, your hands entwine with his as you flatten and roll the dough, a gentle rhythm that chases away your earlier dis-at-ease. Once fully shaped, run over by a rolling pin, you place the dough in the tin, making sure it fits right, removing excess. You both pour in the raspberries, accompanied by a jam for extra sweet stickiness. Studying your work proudly, you glance up at Sun when he hums, contemplating. Reaching onto the shelves in front of you, he check through jars of spices and herbs, before locating his objective with a small, "Aha!"

You stare at the cinnamon, the memories playing out in a pleasant sense of deja vu. He must be feeling quite sentimental as well, not to mention the fact it was still a bit funny to you, thinking back on it now, how he offered to settle the debt he never had by giving you more of the sharp spice. In the end, he had gotten his wish, kinda, a fact that makes you chuckle.

Sprinkling it in, you fold everything in place, allow Sun to slide it into the oven. Lowered closer to your height, you dart forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. Stunned, he nearly drops the pie, barely managing to collect himself, securing it in place before turning to you with twinkling eyes.

"Sunshine," he nearly sings. You play innocent, smiling. "Yes, Sunny?" you playfully answer back. He quirks a brow, unimpressed, but beaming all the same when he moves forward to plant his lips to yours. A warmth far greater than the one provided by the fireplace earlier seeps into your veins, and you tenderly hold his face, enraptured by bright ivory orbs.

It felt so nice to have this again, after everything, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Annnnd part 2!

If you couldn't tell, they're all meant to take place after CSD ends. I know there's no real way for us readers to know how things pan out, but felt it more fun for the open relationship stuff.

Thought about how it might feel for Y/N to go back to the mundane after all the craziness. At least their gods are there for them :)

I LOVE THIS SO DEARLY SOBBINGGGGGGGGand wailing and and and AUGHH THANK YOU SO MUCH <3<3

I hope you'll be satisfied to know that absolutely none of this clashes with the fic canon whatsoever, Y/N would have so many things from Eclipse. And with every hint of something having been a struggle, it's such a delight personally knowing for myself what those struggles were. It's such a lovely glimpse into the future, especially knowing where in the future this would be

I am holding this soooo gently, thank you. KISS KISS KISS KISS ARGRHRGRHRGRGRRGRG

I REALLYYY DO APPRECIATE THIS, IT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY

[bluiex]

Like imagine kinda sleeping beauty, not exactly! But general idea. Scar being sleeping beauty, cursed by a fae when born (y'know the whole sleeping thing when finger pricked but also being unlucky with like accidents, hence the scars). The kingdom views him as a liability what with the curses and all and claim he can't be a king and kick him out and taking on a new king (the curse is in effect and any day now he could just prick himself and knock out). He comes across an absurdly tall tower and decides that that would be perfect for his new home, it looks abandoned anyway, perfect. Little does he know a giant harpy(we're talkin' huuuge kinda like a dragon size) uses that as his nest, the harpy being Grian. After tidying up the place grian comes back from like hunting or something. Scar just greets him like this is totally normal and grian is just at a loss for words and is 100% ready to kick scar out. When of course scar totally convinces him to let him stay, grian being part of like magical beings and such 'cause of harpy things. Wondering who scar had to have crossed to get such a nasty curse placed on him, while also noticing that he's dabbling in (because magic scar is always fun). I like to think that grian is known by the locals as some harbinger of doom and if you hear cackles in the sky or like thundering booms of heavy wing flaps, to find cover and pray that you aren't his prey.

And it really hits him that scar is either oblivious, dumb, or insane. But either way they're roomies now.

Bing bam boom, they are best bros, (i can 100% imagine scar having a bed buy during the winter time he ended up moving into grians nest where now that's where he sleeps from then on) and much later scar convinces grian to go to the market place that's in a near by village. Of course grian can't really go in his harpy form so smol grian it is. And scar cannot help but tease him, quickly backing down when grian threatens to not go.

Fun thing at the market, sharp pointy bits everywhere. Scar and grian just wander around, both ending up going separate ways. That's where scar ends up getting in a trance like state when his eyes land on what will be the sharp object (I mean a cactus well here).

Back to grian, just wandering around seeing some neat things when he hears a commotion where scar was last scene. He tries to brush it off, but anxiety, the little voice in his head got him thinkin' the worst. Pushing through the crowd that had formed he sees scar laying knocked out on the ground. Fear settles in and harpy form comes out. Grabbing scar and taking him back to their home. People are rightfully scared, and someone takes notice (finally) that that was the old king that was rumored to be cursed.

People and neighboring kingdoms start forming groups to go to the tower and try to wake up scar with a kiss. Little do they know a harpy is there to protect and defend the sleeping man. (I mean c'mon don't go and kiss a sleeping person! where's the consent?? Totally creepy my dude) so rightfully so, grian is going to just let that happen.

He ends up prepping the area with traps and alarms, and is doing a swell job. Until he get held down by a group and he witnesses someone kiss scar, and of course it doesn't work which leaves scar still sleeping. But sees red, and those guys are no more in a very brutal way.

People are fed up, they don't think it's worth the risk and infact deem grian too much of a threat. So they decide to burn the tower down.

Grian grabs scar and run away again, making it to a cave. Their tower burning in the distance, once their home, all their memories going up in flames. Scar still sleeping in his arms, griand hugs him close. He feels so helpess and alone. Everything gone, he has no idea what to do.

Maybe that night he gives scar's forehead a little peck as a goodnight and as a reassurance that even if it's all gone atleast he and scar are still technically alive

Scar wakes up from that (of course grian is just as speechless as he was when he first met scar but he can't help but bring him into a hug), and in light of their home burning down because of other kingdoms... he and grian might just need to pay them a visit. An eye for an eye, a home for a home.

(Sorry for it being so long, but this has been bouncing around my head like a DVD logo and none of my friends really watch hermitcraft/the life series and I don't really have someone to share it with)

I'M OBSESSED OMMMGG

It's so perfect. Your whole idea is AMAZING. I can totally seem them just going unhinged onto whatever kingdom becuase they burnt down their home. Fkfkfkfjdhshshxn I want more of this.. I want a fic of this :sob:

(Well you've come to the right place my dear friend!! Brain rot tf out your ideas here)

[books-and-catears]

Hihihiiiii!!!!! Omg I'm so excited to ask this one-> ok so can you write/headcanon the Brothers and Undatables in a situation where MC can't swim and the brothers + undatables don't know it until one of the squad (Solomon's voodoo) picks MC up and throws them into a pool/fountain on the deep end as a joke? And MC drowns?

Bonus if anyone aside from Satan, Leviathan, and Lucifer know CPR and double bonus if Beel manages to rebibe w/o cracking a rib on MC!!

Aww heyheyhey!!! We love excitement in this house yes we do. Thank you so much for the angsty ask!

It got a bit long so I'll do it in two parts! I hope that's okay? Also I hope I can do it justice :3

It was a summer afternoon in Devildom. Diavolo had invited the whole gang upto his castle. Solomon had recently told him about pool parties and he was excited to try it out.

Everyone came in, already having the time of their lives splish splashing in the water, or going ham on Barbatos and Luke's snacks.

You were there, dipping your feet in water, enjoying the cool feeling between your toes. Everyone kept inviting you in the water, you tried to put them off by saying "Maybe later!"

You could have just said you couldn't swim. But that was too embarassing to admit, so you just shook your head and splashed water at them instead.

Mammon and Asmo were splashing water on you, so you didn't see the Little D's sneak up and hoist you up from behind. Before you knew it, you were sent flying headfirst into the water. Maybe you should have told them, you thought.

Maybe that would be better than the endless blue, the distinct lack of air and burn in your lungs as you tried hard to swim to the surface and lost all energy.

(Part 1: The Brothers)

Lucifer

"MC enough playing around. Come Bach up now." Got tensed when you didn't Immediately float up to the surface.

"MC?" He dived in to check on you. His eyes grew wide when you saw struggling, flapping your hands and feet aimlessly.

"MC HOLD ON!" The panic in his voice was muffled by the water. You felt your body being held and pulled up to the surface.

"MC? MC can you hear me?! MC!" You felt someone shaking you, their hands warm on your arms. And then your lips turned warm.

You'd recognise that kiss anywhere. It was more urgent this time, as Lucifer tried his best to get air into you.

"Luci... fer.." You choke out before coughing violently and spitting the pool water everywhere.

"You're okay..." He lets out the biggest sigh of relief. He holds you tight in his arms and takes you inside to dry you off. "I thought I lost you again..."

"Whoever is responsible for this," The suppressed rage in his voice sounded deadly, "will pay for it."

Mammon

"Oi human! Are ya sulking down there?!" Mammon joked as he dived downwards to bring you up.

"They got ya pretty good huh-" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state you were in. Your eyes closed and your limbs horribly limp.

"MC! MC WHAT HAPPENED?!" Mammon grabbed you and pulled you up instantly. Even in your dazed state, you could feel the pounding of his heart and the cracking of his voice.

"MC not again please not again I'm sorry I'm sorry please wake up..." He was crying now. His tears and hands were warm on your skin as pushed at your chest cluelessly.

"THEY'RE NOT WAKING UP! LUCIFER SATAN DIAVOLO SIMEON SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!" He was frantic and clamping his mouth on yours now, gasping more than blowing air.

You coughed and sputtered eventually. "Mammon... you...are exceptionally bad at CPR." Mammon hid his face in your shoulder and hugged you like there's no tomorrow.

You laugh and try to tell him you're okay but all he does is hold you and cry. "I'm the worst protector...I'm so sorry MC.."

Leviathan

"Welcome to my turf, MC!" Levi laughed as he waited for you to float back up. But you weren't. Are you stuck on something? He sees air bubbles on the surface.

He dives down and swims towards you swiftly. "MC OH NO! WAIT MC IM COMING!" He darts to towards you and gets you out the fastest.

He starts to tear up and panic cause this is just like that sad anime "Lost my Best Friend in the Deep". Embarassment be damned, he can't let you go.

He urgently called for his brothers for help and fumbled with you held tightly in his arms. He pushed on your chest and watched the water sputter out.

"MC?? You're okay now, right??! MC!!?" The urgency in Levi's voice caught you off guard. You open your eyes to see him teary eyed and sniffling.

"I'm okay Levi..." You say, your hand reaching to hold his face. He breaks down at your touch.

Pressing his face harder into your hand and crying. He's so glad you're okay. "I thought I lost my best friend...don't worry MC, I'll teach you how to swim!"

Satan

"MC, you do know how to swim right?" Satan called out to you, right after the splash. There was something about the way you fell that made him feel uneasy.

When you didn't float back up, he immediately dunked himself downwards, only to see his suspicions were right.

"MC! It's okay it's okay I've got you!" Satan's arm wrapped around you as he pressed a warm kiss on you under water. The flames in your lungs died down a little.

He rushes you upto the surface and lays down gently, tilting your head at the optimal angle.

His mouth is on you again. Urgently breathing life back into you. He also had spells ready in case this usual way didn't work.

"Satan...? You...thank you.." You said tired as you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him weakly after vehemently coughing.

He lets out a sigh of relief and bumps his lips against your head softly, cradling you in his arms. "Why wouldn't you say that you couldn't swim? Don't do this to me ever again, MC, you're all I have..."

Asmodeus

"MC darling, no need to be embarrassed, you looked so cute when you fell like that! Come up now!" Asmo giggled as he watched the water, waiting for you to come back up.

He gets panicky when you're still not up yet. Swims down as he quickly as he can calling out your name. "OH NO! MC WHAT'S GOING ON?! MC!"

He reaches for your hands and starts tugging you towards him. Why are your eyes closed like this? Why have you gone limp?!

He pulls you up to the surface, frantically calling out to Satan and Solomon for help, all the while bouncing you in his arms like a baby as a attempt to gain conciousness.

He's full on sobbing as he Solomon gives you CPR. The moment you cough and sputter, he pounces on you, his head pressed against your cold chest, now rising and falling normally.

"Asmo... don't cry...I'm okay.." You say weakly smiling and trying to hug him back, running your hands in his hair.

He holds you close and presses kisses on your whole face."MC! You gave me such a fright! Don't do that again please, MC! I can't bear the though of you gone again!"

Beelzebub

"Ah I'm so sorry I couldn't catch you MC" Beel even had his arms outstretched so he could catch you before you fell, but he missed.

He's fastest to get to you after Levi. "MC? Are you okay down there- MC?! Why are you being like that?!" He gets frantic and scoops your limp body in his arms.

This is his worst nightmare. He urgently gets to the surface panicking inside. "MC..please wake up.." He calls out sadly, as he gently lays you down.

You're barely breathing. He knows what he has to do. But you're so fragile compared to him he doesn't want to hurt you.

He tries as gently as possible to push against your chest to regulate your breathing again.

"Beel..Beel..." You cough out his name as you reach up to hold his face in your hands. He stops immediately and engulfs you in a hug.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. His teary eyes and tight grip as he lifts you up and takes you inside the house to feed you, says everything you need to know.

Belphegor

"MC you're so easy to sneak upon hehe. Come here and lie with me." He was just snoozing at the edge, smiling down at where you just fell.

What's taking you so long to come back up?He impatiently dived downwards to find you. And he was horrified by what he saw. "MC?!Damnit MC, why didn't you call for me!?"

He hoists you into his arms and tries giving you a kiss of air like he'd seen in Levi's shows. Still unsure of what to do, he just hurries you up to the surface.

"They were struggling to swim. Something's wrong. Fix them please. Fix them fast." He said, calling out to his brothers. He held your hand shakily and lay next to you, as Beel gave you CPR. His grip tightened once you started coughing.

"Belphie... I'm okay..." You squeezed his hand as tight as you could. He hid head in your shoulder before picking you up in his arms.

He wrapped you up in a towel and tried to make you fall asleep in his arms. "That was a horrible feeling. I don't want to feel that again." He mutters to himself while holding you closer.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you write something fluffy about hero and villian both bantering with each other softly and through little giggles on how they should raise their child as they play with their little toddler? Bantering could be on anything, who's name will the baby call first, or who'll decide what the baby wear after bath, or would beating up school bullies be a good thing or not, you get me?😂

And also when sometimes the villian comes home from wherever and sees the hero and the baby all cuddled up on the couch, they can't help but get teary at how much hero has changed their miserable life to this.

OMG OMG OMG IMAGINE THE VILLIAN OR THE HERO COMING BACK HOME AND THE BABY JUST RUSHING TO HUG THEM!!! And making breakfast with baby in their arms as their partner sleeps?

“Definitely a villain.”

The hero’s head hurtled around and their eyes lit up as soon as they saw their spouse leaning against the doorframe lazily.

“There you are,” the hero said softly as a smile tugged at their lips. One might think the hero was used to it by now but every time the hero had to kiss the villain goodbye was like a heart attack. Every time felt like a last goodbye and the terribly stretching hours without the villain were torture enough. Not to know whether the villain would return in a box or completely fine was the worst part about their spouse “taking care” of their competition.

So, it was no wonder the hero’s heart dropped when the villain’s eyes jumped between them and their daughter, playing with her new toys. The hero was on their feet instantly.

“Sorry I am the one to break this to you, baby. But your daughter is definitely going to be very evil. Look, that’s villain behaviour right there,” the villain said to the hero as they pointed at her. The hero’s eyes followed the villain’s finger and landed on the toddler who was chewing on one of her building blocks.

“Oh yes, very scary,” the hero remarked. They walked up to their spouse, wrapped their arms around them and kissed them carefully which was something they could never get tired of. It was soothing to feel the villain smile against their lips, it triggered a prettily warm feeling inside of them which pervaded their entire body. To have the villain finally next to them after a whole week was pure heaven. The hero wanted to never let go, to never stop kissing, to never take their eyes off them.

However, their longly awaited kiss was interrupted when their daughter started babbling incoherent sounds of pure excitement. The hero backed off, their hand still under the villain’s shirt, searching unconsciously for new injuries until they eventually turned around. Their daughter had a blinding smile on her face and took uncertain steps towards the both of them. She chanted something close to “gah, gah, gah” and let her tiny arms flap up and down.

It was astonishing what kind of power this small child had over her parents. The two mightiest people in the city could fold in seconds to make her happy.

Still watching her approach, the villain kissed the hero’s temple, hugged them from behind and swayed the hero’s hips slowly.

“You won’t believe it, baby,” the villain whispered into the hero’s ear. “I actually missed you.”

Their breath tickled and made the hero giggle.

“Oh really?” the hero asked, smile never fading.

“Just a little bit. Don’t think I might actually like you.” They pressed a kiss to the hero’s neck before they squatted and hugged their child. Their daughter fell without hesitation into their arms and rested her head on the villain’s shoulder. It was a scene the hero wanted to capture on camera and replay over and over again in their head.

Their spouse picked her up with ease. And then, as they turned a bit, the lighting hit them perfectly to reveal a small bruise on their cheek

“You’re hurt,” the hero whispered. Their thumb was on the villain’s skin instantly, their gaze slowly inspecting the bruise.

The villain was quiet, seemed lost in thought and even a bit sad. But they didn’t say anything. They looked at their daughter and let her bounce up and down on their hip.

“Was worth it,” they said eventually.

“I still don’t like it.”

“Baby,” the villain said. “I know you don’t. But I promise I’ll be done soon.”

The hero nodded. The villain had never broken a promise.

That day, all of them fell asleep on the couch and the hero had never had a more restful nap.

[opie-nixx]

You Should Go Deal With That. (CHAP. 7)

Arthur got back from a fishing trip with Dutch and Hosea pretty happy.I was sitting on his cot with his tent flaps a bit open for some light until Arthur walks in and I notice the slices on his face. I look up from the book I was reading and beam a smile at him.

Y/n: "Did you wrestle with the fishing hook?" I ask jokingly. He touches his face.

Arthur: "Err no. Got a bit sidetracted on our way to the fishing spot." I stand up and push him on the cot. I grab a bandanna that was laying on the end table and grab a health cure that I was his satchel. I begin to pour a bit on the bandanna.

Arthur: "You don't always have to do this for me."

Y/n: "I like to look after you." I turn to him with the health cure dipped bandanna. I take a few steps up to him and gently grab his chin and turn it upwards to me. My face dusts a light pink as his eye's pierce through my e/c ones. Soon I feel his hands rub up and down my thigh's.

Arthur: "You're too good for me." He says softly.

Y/n: "Yeah?" I stutter. He gently tugs on my legs, urging them to bend so that I straddle him. My legs give in and I oblige.

Y/n: "What are you doin?" I try to keep cleaning his wounds but I loosen my grip on his face. I glance at his eyes before looking down between us. I notice how the distance between us closing. I drop the bandanna as Arthur's hands rub all the way up to my waist sending shivers everywhere around my body.

Arthur: "Look at me." My eyes flick to his as he moves 1 hand to push my h/l h/c behind my ear and cup my face. I put both my hands on either side of his cheeks. We meet each other halfway and our lips slam together. His tongue pushing into mine to explore. My mind completely shuts off as our tongues dance together. His hands begin to untie the corset in a hurry before they move to grab my ass. He stands up hoisting me up with ease and sets me on the end table. My hands push his coat off and then unbuttoning his shirt. We break for air, Arthur pausing.

Arthur: "Are you sure ab-"

Y/n: "Shut up." I pull him back in to me as our lips meet again, my hands begin to run through his hair. His hands squeeze my tits causing me to  moan. I can feel him smirk into the kiss.

??: "Say whatever you damn well please… but I tell you, if I don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to kill somebody."

Pearson: "And if you don’t stop hissing at me, I’m gonna kill you."

We both pause and he lets out a loud defeated groan.

Arthur: "I can't catch a break." He lets go of me and begins to fix his clothes. I begin to do the same.

'Did that really happen?' My hands begin to fix my hair. I hear Sadie and Pearson start to bicker even louder.

Y/n: "You should really go deal with that." I chuckle looking off into the ground. Then before I know it Arthur pushes me against the end table again, but this time gently pressing his lips against mine. I can't help but to melt. I moan.

Arthur: "I'll continue this when I get back." Arthur takes a deep sigh before opening the tent flap and leaving through it. I take a minute to cool down and regain my composure before exiting myself. I see Arthur and Sadie make there way out of camp on a wagon, but what really caught my eye was Grimshaw trying to get Molly to do some chores, before she throws her hands up and leaves. That's when I make my way over to Molly.

Y/n: "Why DON'T you work?"

Molly: "I don't own nothin to this camp. I lived a life of luxury before my ma and pa came 'ere."

Y/n: "Mm...Have you ever thought that people would respect you more if you would contribute something besides sucking off the gang leader?" I look at her threateningly. She took major offense as she steps up to me. I see the rest of the camp except Dutch watch off in the distance.

Molly: "What did you say, you harlot!?" She raises her hand to slap me, which doesn't go unscathed as I backhand her as hard as I can causing her to fall on her ass and hold her cheek. I walk over to where Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly were standing and point to a wash tub with water.

Y/n: "What needs to be cleaned?" I say as I can feel my heart thump against my chest.

Karen: "Uh..Clothes?"

Y/n: "Bring me a pile." I say as I hoist up the tub of water and walk it over to where Molly was sitting. Karen and Mary-Beth rushing around to grab clothes. I set it in front of her.

Y/n: "You owe this camp if you're going to sit on your ass all day yet eat our food." I take the clothing pile from Karen and Mary-Beth and drop them in front of her.

Y/n: "The least you can do is clean." Before I make my way back into Arthur's tent I notice she begins to start on the clothes. I face plant into Arthur's tent.

A few hours must've gone by but I hear footsteps approach the tent and some hushed whispering. I notice a pause before I notice Arthur walk in with a half smile and some stew in his hands. I push myself up.

Arthur: "So...Interesting day after I left?" He says with a chuckle pushing the bowl of stew towards me to take.

Y/n: "You know?" I take the bowl.

Arthur: "Everyone except Dutch." My eye's roll.

Y/n: "It's not fair that everyone contributes something, and she thinks she don't owe us. Like what the fuck." I take a spoonful of stew and chew on it for a bit. I feel Arthur wrap his arm around me before planting a kiss to my forehead. My hands begin to clam up again.

Y/n: "What was that?...Earlier?"

Arthur: "I..uh...er..Kissed you?"

Y/n:"Why?"

Arthur: "Because I wanted too." He stares at his stew before shoving a few spoonfuls into his mouth.

Y/n: "So, what does that make us?" I look up to him.

Arthur: "I don't know."

Y/n: "Mmm...Okay, so if I wanted to go kiss Javier, could I?" Arthur choked on his stew.

Arthur: "No."

Y/n: "Mm, but you don't know what we are."

Arthur: "Mine...You're mine."

Y/n: "Was that so hard to sa-" Arthur drops his bowl and pins me to the bed. Causing me to spill mine.

Arthur: "Where were we earlier?" He says low and seductively.

[female-overlord-3]

@winged-fool IT'S DONE! I hope you enjoy 😆 did my best to add some things I know you like

I Know You Better

Michael is absolutely blissed out as he and Alex enjoy the afterglow. For the third time. God he really loves having anniversaries now.

Two years down and the rest of their lives to go.

"Gonna have to push that party another hour Alex. You made me inoperable for the next 40 minutes." The happy sigh he lets out is answered by Alex's own who presses even closer to him.

"Sounds good."

After a good 10 minutes to calm down and get his brain back online, Michael has two glasses of water and an apple glide through the doorway.

"You feelin hot or cold?"

Hands skate slow and lightly over the bare skin of Alex's back, goosebumps rising as he shivers from the sensation.

"I feel like indulging so hot."

He tilts his head up for a quick kiss before nudging Michael to move.

That gets an eye roll but another quick kiss as Michael gets up to grab what they need from the bathroom. He throws a wink behind him as Alex's heavy gaze follows him.

Once Michael's beautiful body gets blocked by the doorframe, Alex rolls over and buries his face into Michael's pillow and melts.

Footsteps then soft lips trail up his spine before a warm damp towel wipes away the mess that's trying to dry, a gentle nudge makes him roll over to get to his front.

A second towel is handed to him without thought so he can get Michael's backside in their well done dance of cleaning up.

It's taken time but Alex allows this care and Michael too. Allowing each other to clean and care with love. It's no longer rushed or something seen as an end before parting ways but an additional moment to be intimate.

They enjoy a few more minutes of cuddling before both their phones alert them about reality.

Michael of course groans and goes to hide his face in Alex's neck as warm arms hold him in place.

"It's our anniversary so we can show up whenever we want."

They get 4 more alerts before resigning themselves that they have to leave their lovely bed to venture out for what their friends and family have planned.

Going through the almost routine of getting ready together. Turning or nudging, helping adjust clothes or grab needed items, doing their best to keep their hands and lips from wandering too much.

It's only when Alex is doing a quick sweep to make sure they've got everything and their home is secure, that the slight apprehension of going to their destination starts to bubble up before he sets it aside.

It's his and Michael's fucking anniversary so whatever happens, happens and he'll still be coming home.

-

It's a nice idea honestly but Alex is really trying his best to not just drag Michael outside to his truck and take them to their spot. He can be a bit petty alright it's been nearly 3 years since everything then another before that of what happened between them. The thing is Alex feels like it's sorta personal which is stupid since it's not his fault Greg ended things with her.

They already had a small thing with Greg yesterday since he knew things would be awkward if he joined today. The upside was Alex got to see Flint who still glares at him but gave him a nod for the brief moment they were in each other's presence and not so subtly gave Michael a shovel talk. Michael just rolled his eyes but accepted it because he knew things were just the tiniest bit better between Alex and his brother.

Alex would really like to be back there instead.

If Maria wants to make a fool of herself then he's all for it. He's been waiting for something to finally push her to be a little more revealing to the others who've been setting her actions aside.

"Maria I really don't think this is-"

Isobel's concern is flapped away by Maria's hand as she continues to set up her game.

"Nonsense, it'll be hilarious and a fun bonding experience for everyone."

Alex can't help but be a bit smug when Michael just gives her a thumbs up but hasn't looked away from him once.

Kyle sees it too and rolls his eyes but the mild concern Alex sees just makes him shrug.

With everyone here it seems like his patience might be paying off.

They're all sitting outside at the back area since Maria wanted to host but Rosa finally voiced her unease about being near so much alcohol. Alex isn't sure why the Crashdown or Max's house wasn't used instead but at least he can see the spot where he got his second chance when Michael kissed him.

"What does the winner get?" Alex questions as his foot runs up and down Michael's leg. The heated look tells him what his will be regardless of the game.

"A crappy photo-shoped t-shirt with both your faces on it and spa day for the two!"

The idea of going to a spa is not really either of their things unless said spa is just them pampering the other at home. Sue them for being a healthy amount of possessive about the other.

 It's absolutely something Maria would want though. Physical proof that she won and a spa trip.

He'll give it to Kyle and Isobel who instantly perk up at the reward.

It'll be interesting to see what the others know but knowing Kyle and Max they'll probably make a few joke answers for fun. Liz, Kyle, and Heath have the science down and some basic medical info but they'll be a bit stumped about personal things.

Isobel and Max have the advantage over Dallas but him and Michael have been bonding a lot too.

Alex isn't too worried about what Maria knows because the more Maria explains about the game the less Alex likes it but knows he'll win.

Rosa offers to keep score and argues she hasn't had time to get to know him like the others do, which is a lie from what he knows but there's that mischievous look in her eyes.

"You just wanna know about me but you're taking the lazy way out."

Rosa makes a face at Michael's accusation but they're both fighting smiles.

"I mean if you count that very fun night last month I know a decent amount already."

Her eyes flick to Alex who just shrugs.

"He had fun and so did I."

Maria calls them to attention once she has whatever she needed setup.

"I only thought of this last minute so there aren't as many questions for you both but Michael first."

She seems excited about the prospect of winning but if Maria really knew Alex like she claims with this game, then this whole concept of being pitted against each other to determine who knows who best or even that anyone besides Michael or maybe Kyle actually knows him, is cheap.

"So first off we'll start easy with Michael's birthday just say the date-"

"Wait which one?"

To Alex's surprise it's Max who asks.

Not a fan of being interrupted, she rolls her eyes at him.

"The one that's right obviously."

Her answer and action seems to take Max aback and further confuse him.

"No, I mean which birthday are we choosing because there are like 3."

That gets a scoff from their game host and Alex can't help himself.

"There's the night they left the pods. The legal birthday given to them. Then there's the day Michael wanted for himself."

Alex doesn't add that it was also the day that they calculated would actually be his birthday from the journals they found. That's only theirs.

Surprisingly everyone except for Maria knows the exact date for the night they left the pods, even Heath.

A sight furrow is starting to form on Maria's brow at that.

"Nearly all of you have some medical info about him or were there." She grumbles and tries to move onto the next question but Michael stops her.

"Alex never got to finish his answer."

Michael's gaze is searing into him that he can't not meet as he says each specific date.

Everyone groans at them for being so 'gross' and 'really right in front of us" but neither man cares when all they see is each other.

"Next question: What is Michael's favorite item of clothing?"

Everyone answers that it's his black cowboy hat except for Maria and Alex.

Maria says it's his oldest and only white crewneck. 

Alex waited to go last so he can correctly answer the hoodie Sanders gave him the first day he started working at the Autoshop.

He can't wear it now of course since he's sadly outgrown it but he's kept it.

"Michael's favorite movie."

Heath, Liz, Isobel, and Dallas answer The Iron giant.

Max and Kyle both say Avatar to be funny.

Maria declares Meet the Robinsons.

Alex winks at Michael and answers Wall-E by a long shot but his first that still sticks with him is Stardust because he was bullied into finally watching a movie with Isobel and Max at the Evan's house. If he over explains the second part then no one will ask about the first, that they watched it together at the drive-in for their first official date.

Maria crosses her arms and throws Michael an annoyed look but all Michael does is shrug because he's too busy fiddling with Alex's fingers.

"I thought you loved Meet the Robinsons."

"I mean I liked it the time we watched it but you can't beat Wall-E Deluca."

She gives him a tight smile.

"What's his favorite food?"

That seems to stump everyone except Alex, Isobel, and Max but Maria answers first. 

"It's his own spicy chorizo of course."

Max and Isobel share a smirk.

"Sander's breakfast scramble."

They both look to Michael who gives them a so-so.

"Close but you missed something."

Dallas makes a noise in thought. "Is it being made with acetone?" 

That gets a laugh but Alex can already see the idea turning in his head.

Kyle sighs and shares a look with Liz.

"Please keep the alien cooking between all of you unless you want to be a funny work story."

"I second that." She squints at him like maybe she could read his mind. "Is it anything at the Crashdown?"

Michael again casts his eyes back to Alex with glee.

"This weirdo must eat it with fresh avocados even after all of Walt's grumbling about millennials ruining food with it."

"You know he's been doing it too so he can grumble all he wants, hypocrite."

Maria looks like she wants to say something but let's it go.

"What's one of his good characteristics."

"A stubborn genius that doesn't know when to quit."

Michael puffs out his chest pleased at Liz's answer and when Heath says he seconds it.

Kyle eyes them both and grins. "A terribly love sick idiot."

"You know what I'll take it Valenti."

As they all snicker when he makes slightly dramatic moon eyes at Alex.

Isobel and Max answer together with soft smiles. "An insanely loving brother."

"Kind and fiercely protective." Dallas adds.

All of the praise makes Michael go a bit bashful but he easily accepts it.

"Someone who can fix anything." Maria slinks back in her chair as her eyes focus on him. "Cause he's good with his hands."

Alex can feel it, another shift as her choice of words settle around them. The flickers of discomfort start to linger in the air.

Again Alex let's it slide so he can give Michael his full attention.

"His stupidly caring heart that finally found the home it's been searching for to be happy."

The perfect way Michael's eyes got absolutely soft on him at his words.

"Second to you. I'm glad I came home."

 Everyone aww's at them because while Alex's song has only been sung only a rare few times since that first night, it's still insanely sweet and sappy when they bring it up.

"What is his favorite spot in Roswell?"

Everyone else seems to go quiet at Maria's pointed tone. Her eyes staring into the side if Alex's head.

"Depends on what he needs but it hasn't been a bar for a year."

He goes for teasing because this should all be in good fun right? The way Maria's tight smile goes flat shows it isn't.

His foot is lightly tapped by Michael who's checking in.

They've talked about this for the last year, being able to work through and let go of the last remaining doubts and fears that have still lingered. It was hard and terrifying but they've grown and healed so much, done the hard work to make sure they keep working together instead of against.

Alex tried to let go of what going to Maria did to him before and after they got together then just locked it away when that didn't work. It was all good and fine until they started getting more comfortable, more confident and sure about their relationship that the difficult talks started happening.

Michael's fear of Alex leaving nearly gone but still something he can't seem to quit. The new guilt that came when Alex finally voiced how much what happened with Maria hurt. The uncertainty when Michael revealed how much he wasn't truly himself with her, that he cared but he felt more like he was playing a part he thought he wanted but just couldn't seem to get right.

Alex still felt guilt for Flint and his constant battle of worrying about the next unknown thing he'll find out about his family, that will finally push Michael away from him. The worry about someone better coming into Michael's life. They both seemed to have that fear but it helped them realize that it was an internal issue about themselves, the fear that they themselves weren't good enough for the other when the reality was that sorta contradicts how much they want to be together because they saw the good in the other. The bad too but it only made the cosmic relationship they have that more real.

Alex brings himself back to the present and, trying to keep the peace, he actually answers the question.

"Surprisingly it's been the garden hence why he's somehow able to have fresh avocados regardless of the season." A warm feeling settles into him as reminders of Michael working so diligently and loving with his growing garden in the back, so focused and usually shirtless in the heat.

The gentle pressure on his cheek brings him back but then he gets lost in Michael's eyes instead.

"He got his airstream after highschool from Sanders."

Alex barely contains the annoyed sound he wants to make.

So they're doing this then.

"He fixed and worked on it after highschool. He got it a year after because Walt didn't know what to do with it but conveniently complained about it to Michael."

Maria for some reason turns her glare from him to Michael like her being wrong is all his fault.

She tries again.

"His dream career is to work for Nasa."

"Agricultural engineer first then Nasa. He wants to get a Doctorate to annoy Kyle."

This makes the others laugh awkwardly and even Kyle tries to chuckle but the attempt at humor just adds to Maria's growing frustration. Alex is really enjoying this.

It goes silent at her next words.

"He doesn't want kids."

This one Alex loses all humor to glare and he can see Isobel doing the same.

"That's actually between us and who we want to know." The implication of her not being one of those people just makes her angrier.

"His favorite sex-"

"Maria enough already!" Her mouth closes with a click and stays closed as Michael stares at her in concentration. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Alex takes his hand across the table and gripes it tightly. They've found it helps ground him.

"Breathe." He mouths.

Michael does and tugs Alex forward as a sign he needs him closer.

"If this is about Greg then-"

"You lied to me!" Explodes from her.

Michael's not entirely sure what he lied about this time before the last few minutes plays back in his head.

There's a question in his eyes when he looks at Alex followed by a certain set of taps. He shrugs in answer, a small part of him squirms in glee when he feels the slightest sensation of sinking. Everything looks exactly the same.

"Not intentionally and things change. We both know I wasn't truly myself even after you found out about the alien stuff."

Alex can see the hope Michael has that maybe Maria had at least some idea about this, that while their time together was nice for them, it wasn't all of Michael. Alex can't help the sigh, dampening some of that hope in Michael.

"So what, was our whole relationship a lie then? Nearly a whole year of my life with a stranger! Just used me to get ready to be all perfect for Alex?"

The accusations would've cut deep into Michael before. He would've spiraled and tried everything to make her see that they weren't true. 'Would've' being the key word.

Alex and him didn't work this hard the last 2 years to let things like that hurt them by causing doubts and questioning. That also means they're more ready to defend each other.

"If anyone used him it was you." It takes a second for his words to sink in but when they do Alex can feel the absolute fury crashing into him like waves but he's not done.

"Do not make me list why because I've been able to let most of it go, to move past that night with the bootmaker." He leans forward and keeps his eyes locked on her. "I'm sure you'd like to keep it in the past too."

Maria seems to take it as a challenge.

"You still participated and it was you who left him." She takes a step forward. "You never made a move." Another step. "I allowed him the choice to choose and he chose me that night." A final step brings her right in front of him. "He told me he loved me first and I know there's a part of him that wants me back because I can give him things you can't."

Those words hurt, digging deep and finding the small tender parts still healing but they don't stay because for once he won't let them.

All Alex can do now is just laugh loud and free.

"That night I had a chest wound and was out of my mind worried with all of us hurt. I left and didn't make any 'moves' as you've put it because I was respecting Michael's wants and needs instead of only seeking my own." He tilts his head and levels her with the most patronizing look. "You didn't allow him anything except to do what you wanted. We made an agreement, a mutual one even if it went unspoken, way before you got together after that night. Michael told me what he wanted and I stepped back to let him try being with you."

It's actually cathartic, that he's been able to get that all voiced and out. A few less things trying to cling then drag him down.

Michael looks so proud of him, can feel it with their hands connected and even a little bit of heat.

When he turns to Maria he just looks sad.

"You think I lied but I can't lie when the things I like changed, that I only liked them because it was what I thought I was supposed to do." He looks down for a second, to get everything in his head sorted. 

"I was in such a bad place when I went to you because I needed something simple and what I thought was different. I needed to break the horrible cycle I was in and you seemed to like me instead of tolerate me so I went for it, tried to be good for someone. I thought you and Alex talked, that when he said he understood that I liked you, it was because he heard your side. God he was the one helping steady our relationship at the start, he's the freaking reason you gave me a chance after finding out about the alien stuff."

Michael takes a shuddering breath as he continues.

"He was the one that was ready but saw that I wasn't so he let me take my time in the most stupid and tragic way, jesus Alex I really want to kick you past self for doing that."

Alex squeezes their hands, softly smiling as he also chides him.

"Focus."

"Right." It takes effort to look back at Maria but Michael does. 

"I don't know why you think I would ever leave Alex. I have no idea what you think you could give me when Alex has always been what I wanted since we started our thing at 17. I'm sorry you're still upset about Greg but you are not allowed to take it out on Alex because he is done taking the blame for shit he didn't do."

It seems like some sense has started to sink into her, her face still showing anger but now there's doubt and confusion as she realizes this thing is much bigger than just her.

"I- but we-" She points at Michael. "You've been really close and nice to me! Being there for me when I ended things with him and-"

Alex can't help but curse at that because for christ sake.

"So do you see all people that've been there for you as someone interested?"

"What no of cou-"

"Then a concerned friend who was asked by his boyfriend to check on you should hold no interest when it was you who broke up with my brother because he 'wasn't spending enough time with you' when he had a job and home all the way on the Res."

The real reason for their breakup being explained makes her go silent.

Alex has had enough of this and the twitch in Michael's jaw shows he feels the same.

"This should be enough."

The slight shift and subtle feel of rising before settling into himself never fails to fill him with excitement. Also a little lust cause Michael using his powers with such effortless and absolute control really does it for his competency kink. 

"Dang Michael you've really got that one down." Dallas crows and snaps Maria out of whatever got her stuck, the reminder of them not being alone drains all of the color from her face. 

"Guess that's out queue." Heath mutters as 

He and Dallas rise and give a quick polite wave before heading to the exit.

"I've gotten really good at using that persuasion thing Isobel had but just like her it only works with the truth and adding that to what my deadbeat passed down."

Michael drawls out as he glances at the others.

"Makes some things pretty clear." Isobel answers through her teeth. "Delcua. I see why you've been avoiding Mimi now. Avoiding the truth still I see."

She stands and settles with eyes of ice.

"Michael is always there for the people he cares about."

Kyle of course can't help himself. 

"It's kinda annoying."

"Aww Valenti you remember New Years!"

"We don't speak of that night!"

Kyle grumbles but a quick kiss to his cheek from Isobel settles him.

Michael wrinkles his face at them, but his happier mood from earlier coming back. He tilts his head to the exit, motioning that he's all good to leave now. Alex is in absolute agreement.

"I'd like to remind you that this is our anniversary and we should be spending the day happy so thank you for hosting, even though Max's place would've been better, and thank you for letting Michael and I let go of some leftover things we still had."

They both stand and push their chairs back in.

"We'll see ourselves out and everyone shouldn't bother us for the rest of the day."

Liz looks miserable but Alex already had his talk with her months ago. It's only now she's actually seeing what he was trying to say.

Maria realizes this too and looks at her panicked.

"I'm going to need time. You need some too. Go see Mimi and work through whatever this is. Come on Max."

Max helps her up and has a silent conversation with Michael to make sure he's okay before letting Liz lead him out with Rosa.

They all get to the lot with their cars but wait to get in.

"That wasn't too mean was it?" Max asks.

Rosa nudges his shoulder and walks over to hang onto Liz.

"Nah she needed that. Felt like an intervention."

Everyone makes a noise of agreement then goes silent as the mood drops.

Knowing exactly how to break it, Dallas grins.

"So we still on for Max's? I really wanna try that acetone idea now."

It works and things start to shift into motion.

Everyone can see how antsy Alex and Michael are so they make quick goodbyes and voice their congratulations to let the happy couple leave.

Alex feels better, they both do and while staying in bed completely bare filled with love and skin is exactly what happens the second they pass through the door, they also do some of the other things they both enjoy. 

Watching their favorite movie. Checking on their garden. Stopping by Sander's for a much smaller celebration dinner. Alex reading Michael some news about cyber security then Michael can share one about a new telescope. Talking and holding each other close through the late hours until sleep claims them only to repeat all those things again but with work and errands and reality, for the rest of their lives. Exactly what they know the other wants.

[daddy-suguru]

Hi hello I got 🦋s when I noticed you followed me back. Literally any and every time a writer I 💗 follows me back I’m like: ��🤯😭😇😌😍☺️ (does that series of emojis even make sense? 😆). Tyvm for sharing your beautiful, sharp, ravishing, playful imagination w/ us here on Tumblr! P.S. “just a little drunk off you” was your fanfic that got me HOOKED (line, and sinker) on your writing. 😵‍💫 What a masterpiece of plot, porn, AND ~healthy poly (bc c’mon, Suguru and Satoru are just a *tad* toxic 🥲 lmao 😉). “How about I ask your pussy?”; how nonchalantly Satoru just invites himself in 😂; the subtle intimacy of Reader asking Suguru and Satoru to kiss 🥺; DOUBLE PENETRATION 😮‍💨; and “You can't help but laugh as you think that this is what your close friendship with both men was leading up to this whole time,” like yesyesyes fate and destiny and all that jazz !!!!! ANYwho! Hope your week’s going alright thus far. 💝

I keep reading this over! And doing little hand flapping happy stimming because of this! 🥰🥰😋💖☺️ your line of emoji’s makes perfect sense. I feel like that whenever someone follows me or likes several things on my account because they means you liked my writing enough to poke around.

Sometimes I feel like my writing is a bit bland and boring, which I’ve said before. But at the same time I keep telling myself that’s just baseless doubts of myself. Which you are proving right telling my imagination is playfully beautiful and sharp. Which Im going to reread this post when I start to doubt myself.

Now onto the fic, when I writing just a little drunk on you. I was thinking of a world where Suguru didn’t go off the deep end, Au idea, everyone gets therapy.

I feel like the best set up for a poly ship where you become their friend and Suguru being the direct one and not being scared of commitment would date you in a heartbeat. Then Satoru has realizes that he has huge feelings for Suguru which he expected. But you that’s as a harder pill to swallow. Satoru would be a bit toxic in showing that he is jealous towards you since your with Suguru.

Suguru would that down since he would be able to read Satoru well. And he can see that Satoru is just feeling left out. He also knows you see the white haired man as more than a friend which is why upsets you that Satoru doesn’t like you. I can see Suguru trying to gas light you out of believing Satoru hates you.

Satoru after a while figures out that you think he really hates you. So he fails it back, he accepts that he is hopelessly in love with Suguru and You. And that soon enough the two of you will be married while he goes from partner to partner trying to find within what he sees in his two best friends.

I’m going to stop here because I don’t know where I’m going with this I’m just rambling about satosugu which I’ve been sadly neglecting in favor of other things on my blog. Those two together are one of my favorite ships with my other favorite being Eremika. And I love to imagine a world where both ships get to be happy together and if I just so happy to slip a third member in there because happy non jealous poly ships that everyone makes sure they get proper attention is just uggggh 😫😫

I adore how you broke down my fic and told me just about it that you love. When people point out certain parts about my writing they like I always get so excited I feel like imma explode in a ball of happiness.

There is no one in this world that could tell me that Satoru wouldn’t talk to your pussy. He hears it getting loud and sloppy for Suguru and Him so he just has to. Even if this means a personification of your pussy as he attaches she every one in a while. Satoru would mainly want to talk to you and your pussy when you haven’t said the safe word but your crying that you can’t cum. “Do you hear your sweet pussy? She is just begging for more.”

Also reader who encourages Suguru and Satoru to love on each other because she could tell that Satoru has feelings for Suguru. And Suguru would have already confessed that while you will have a place in his heart Satoru would too. And you can’t get jealous, by the way they kiss each other it’s clear they were meant to. And so you want them to make up for lost time. But at the same time they can’t ignore their favorite princess who is their happy audience. The two would make out near you trying to get you to join in on the fun as they loudly moan into each other’s mouth.

Satoru and You would have to trade off being the center of attention. This would also give reader a chance to be a little more dominate. And you would give Satoru more chances to be dominate which with Suguru mainly taking that dom role for yourself it leaves Satoru and You as subs a lot for him. Suguru would love seeing his two favorite subs working together for his praise.

Oh yeah Satoru just helping himself. If he walks in unless you tell him to leave if he likes what he is seeing then he will test to see if he could join. And Suguru and You look too beautiful making love to each other.

Say that I was to make a part two to just a little drunk on you. I could see Suguru wanting Satoru and You to fool around in front of him but he would make both of you edge yourself until he joins. Because this poly ship would have huge voyurisum kink with Satoru and Suguru, and have you seen these two? You would pay to watch them.

Also the best way for the poly ship to fuck and all feel each other would be double penetration. Since Suguru and Satoru would be fucking themselves into you while rubbing their cocks together.

Also I’m a sucker for fate which is why I kind of want to do a soulmate au for satosug x reader. In which they are the missing part to completing their soulmate mark. Say it’s like a tattoo and you and when you met your soulmate you get a full picture instead of just half. Well with Suguru and Satoru they have only ever had the outside birds until they meet you and their tattoos fill in fully meaning you are meant to join their relationship.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! For this wonderful comment you made my whole day! 🥰🥰🥰🥳🥳🥳

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

Hi how are you doing? Can I request Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki, Gojo and Nanami ( if it's too much you can reduce to whatever boys you prefer ) reacting to their ( gender-neutral or a female ) s/o's cursed techniques similar to magical girl. Like they need to transform, their attack are very cutesy, and etc. Sorry and it's okay if you can't do it or my request is confusing.

A/N: Sure! This one was kinda challenging to write since I haven't watched any magical girl anime for so long and it was hard to describe how will they transform. But, I hope you enjoy and like this one! <33 Cheers to my first request!!!

Here are the JJK boys reacting to their S/O who has a cursed technique similar to a magical girl:

Itadori Yuji

Oh, this boy was in awe, I swear. He literally had heart eyes when he first saw your technique. He stood there, frozen, as he watched you transform into like a goddess he usually sees in fantasy comics and anime he watches. The necklace you have is the one that activates your technique. After he blinked, you were already in this pretty ballerina form and you were glowing like a real goddess. You approached the cursed spirit as fast as you could so you could get momentum. You channeled your cursed energy into your right foot and kicked the cursed spirit, causing it to fly away due to the heavy impact of both your cursed energy and the technique. And, when you blew a kiss to that grade 1 cursed spirit, bubbles were sent throughout the area. Yuji gasped in admiration for you. He thought, “How could someone as cute as Y/N be this strong?” as your bubbles trapped the grade 1 cursed spirit. Yuji forgot that you guys were fighting two grade 1 cursed spirits. And, the one he was supposed to beat attacked him from behind. He had let his guard down and was on the defense side as he was avoiding the cursed spirit’s attack. But, he was still checking out on you, and he pouted thinking how that costume is actually not fit for fighting. Sukuna had to eventually wake Yuji up from his daydream. “Brat! Stop looking at your girl’s ass and focus. If you die, I die.” But, when he was about to finish that cursed spirit off, you already did the work for him. He was trying to cheer you up since your technique wears off the energy in your body. So, you were immediately exhausted after that fight. On the train, as you were sleeping on his shoulder, he took your hand and compared it to his. He caressed your hair and kissed your forehead. He whispered to you, “Oh, Y/N, your technique made me realized I should be more protective around you. You’re still fragile, but I’ll be here for you every step of the way.” And Sukuna had to interrupt his moment and laughed, “Brat, it’s a matter of time until that girl surpasses you. She’s hot and will become stronger. Ha! Never seen that technique in my years. So, watch out for your girl.” Yuji had to slap the side of his face to make him shut up. Every now and then, when you two have a mission, he secretly wishes you’ll activate your technique. But, you learned your lesson not to since he gets distracted.

Fushiguro Megumi

You were aware that Megumi wanted to see you transform and use your technique when you heard Nobara talk about how cool you looked. So, that’s why on your mission, he asked if you could bring your sword since you two will be fighting plenty of low-grade cursed spirits. He said he wanted to finish the mission as soon as he could, but he just wanted to see what Nobara saw. When you two got to the place, you two were not aware that a grade 1 cursed spirit would be here. He released his Nue to fend off the lower grade cursed spirits. You knew you two were in trouble, that’s why, you did the stance to activate your technique, your katana in front of your face as you held it tightly, and a strong wind blew throughout the area causing the grade 1 cursed spirit to be pushed back a little. As soon as Megumi’s attention turned to you, his eyes widened to see you with wings, and your skirt became shorter. You knew where he was looking, and this boy forgot about the shikigami he released. He wants this to be finished now, so you did it for him. You ran to the cursed spirit, and with your katana bursting with cursed energy alongside the wind you collected, you easily took off the cursed spirit’s head, causing it to disintegrate into thin air. When you came down from the air, you didn’t know what was going on in his head. “An angel.” You gulped as you heard those words from him. He didn’t realize that he said his thoughts out loud, so he felt kind of shy at the moment. It was loud enough for you to hear, causing you to blush. You helped him get up from the ground and he wiped off his butt. “Thank you for saving me, Y/N. I-I was distracted.” He shyly looked away from you, as a blush crept on his face. “Come on, I’ve been wanting to take you out on a date that’s why I wanted to finish this quickly.” All of a sudden, he grabbed your hand as you started to walk off. He’s a man of few words and wasn’t a fan of PDA. But, he’s been like this ever since he saw your technique. He told you that he was both terrified and in love with you. And, that’s probably one of the best compliments you’ve gotten from him so far.

Inumaki Toge

He was assigned to accompany you on your promotion mission. He knew about the technique you have, which is why you were recommended by Mei-Mei to become a grade 2 sorcerer. He wished you good luck by giving you a thumbs up and a light pat on the head. It was his way of telling you that he’ll be looking out for you in case you struggle. The cursed spirit was fast, and you could feel its bloodlust. You didn’t hesitate to activate your technique. It was rushing towards you, so you immediately took out the device you use in order to activate my technique. You imbued the device with a fair amount of cursed energy, enough to defeat this cursed spirit. It was taking its time to activate, and you caught a glimpse of Inumaki unzipping the zipper that covered his mouth. But, you wanted to prove to him that you’re worthy to be a grade 2 sorcerer. And, right in time, the device sent a blinding light causing both Inumaki and the cursed spirit to flinch. You were transformed with fairy wings, and a sparkly dress. He accidentally said, “Wow.” and he was caught off guard. Your eyes widened in surprise to hear him use his voice not for techniques or for his safe words. He alerted you and screamed, “Behind you!” You pointed the light to the cursed spirit, red lights in the form of little hearts came out. The light pierced the cursed spirit’s body with small holes. To finish it off, you slowly flapped your wings to send off beautiful but poisonous dust. And, the cursed energy within you bursts even more as the cursed spirit still wouldn’t die. When you eventually finished it off, you fell to the ground, breathless. You’ve never wasted your cursed energy that much before. It’s just that a part of you wanted to prove to your boyfriend that you can be relied on. He ran towards you and cupped your face. Using his free hand, he did a sign language which translated into You did really well, Y/N. I’m proud of you, remember that. You’re so strong and beautiful. I love you. Tears almost fell out of your eyes as he appreciated you. You hugged him and he hugged you back even tighter. He noticed that your wings were starting to fade and accidentally spoke again and said, “No!” He adorably pouted at you, and you comforted him. “You really liked my technique, huh? Even if I wanted to show you, it might hurt you.” He did another sign language which translated to You were so cute. I just want to wrap you in my arms. You smiled so widely and stood up. You helped him get up, “Then let’s go back and cuddle.” He has never been that excited before.

Gojo Satoru

He was being a little bit of an asshole to you when he found out about your technique. Being born from a family of sorcerers, who secluded themselves from the jujutsu world, he instantly fell in love with you when you two first met. And he was the first one outside of your family to know of your technique. But, the two of you are in for a mission, well it was a solo mission for you, but he tagged along just to see you use your technique over and over again. There have been numerous grade 3 and 4 cursed spirits running around. When you two arrived at the place, you were both shocked to see almost 50 of them, who varied in size, speed, and strength. You were a little scared, and when you were about to back down, Gojo held your back to stop you from going backward and said, “Show me that technique as beautiful as you.” You don’t know what he did to you, but you immediately obeyed. That’s when he stepped back and put his hands in his pocket. He even sat down and had his chin resting on his palm as he watched you. It’s always fun for him to see you and your technique, it was like a show. You snapped your fingers two times to make you transform. Darkness started to envelop the sky, and you knew so well that Gojo is smirking as he will see you in a cute short skirt, and a golden corset. When the darkness faded, you raised your hand like you were pointing a gun in the sky. That’s when you sent lightning on every cursed spirit there was, and electrocuted them. He started to activate his infinity so your lightning wouldn't affect him. His jaw dropped (the picture is the reference) as he stared at you and watched the cursed spirit struggle from your lightning. This is always a pleasant sight for Gojo to watch. There were no people other than him who pointed their hands like a gun to use their technique. It fascinates him and makes him love you even more. It ended sooner than you expected. You were about to remove your technique and Gojo stopped you. “No can do, baby girl. You finished your mission in the blink of an eye, and I haven’t fully enjoyed you in this cute get-up.” He whined as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “You’re always so cool to watch.” He complimented you. It was rare to hear that coming from the "Strongest". But, with you he will shower you with every compliment there is in the world. The reason for that is to see you smile, and well, to persuade you to use your technique later so he could fanboy on his own girlfriend.

Nanami Kento

He was always calm and collected, but he couldn't stop thinking about the first time he saw you use your technique. When you transformed into somewhat of a cat, with cat ears and tail, and you were sparkling like the stars. He thought that you were the cutest human being there is to exist. That technique gives you speed and great mobility. Your nails become like claws and it can rip apart a cursed spirit in an instant. Like Yuji, he was in awe but was still aware of other lower grade cursed spirits lingering around the vicinity. He killed all the cursed spirits so easily just to check if you were still in your cat form. Lucky for him, he saw you scratched the grade 2 cursed spirit from its head all the way to its feet. You perfectly controlled your cursed energy, and the big cursed spirit was killed in an instant. He thought, "Y/N's so cute but that technique's dangerous." He noticed that you were limping a little bit, but that was when you sprained your ankle from jumping too high. He thought it was a casualty from your technique, and that made him worry about you. "Next time don't use your technique, love. It hurts you." He said with his tone filled with worry for you. You laughed at him and replied, "Kento, I jumped too high and landed badly. So, it was my fault, not my technique." He fixed his glasses as he looked away from you. He was trying to hide as you noticed that he blushed a little. "I see. Then, can you use that again so I can see?" He shyly asked and that made you laugh even more. "And why do you want to see it?" You mischievously smiled at him as you crossed your arms. "Because it was cute. But, you're beautiful even in your human form." He flatly answered, but the blush on his face didn't fade. "You're cute when you're flustered like this." You spent the night teasing him about what happened. And, starting from that day, he always argues with Gojo to have him go with you on your mission. He just makes the "It's too dangerous for her" excuse. But, Gojo knows how cute you really are when using that technique, and Kento's just being a protective boyfriend. Up to this day, he won’t admit how he falls in love with you, even more, when he sees you transform.

[nightmarearian]

Day 11: WLW Ship

- Pastry x Black Raisin

"Pastry Cookie is a sleepyhead and can't get out of bed in the morning." "You can find Black Raisin Cookie by asking any of the Raisin Crows roaming around the kingdom." -

A cold where a warmth was suddenly made itself known to Pastry.

"mmmmmph," Pastry kept her eyes closed, only lightly feeling around for the other cookie.

Other said cookie, as Pastry figured out, was not there.

Finally opening her eyes, she laid there for bit, tired, taking it in. The washed out blue of Raisin's hammock met her sight, and the dark atmosphere of the valley covering everything else.

She didn't think much just curling in and closing her eyes when harsh sunlight hit her.

"hmmmmmph."

The sun creeped up more, covering most of the hammock. The constant sun heated her up too much with her makeshift cloak, and without much room for movement, she (very) sleepily got out.

She kept her eyes closed as she stood there, rubbing her eyes open after a minute, yawning. Her unpinned cloak slipped off, hanging a bit off the hammock.

Pastry pulled herself awake for a moment, jumping up the wooden plank ladder to pull a safety pin off a branch. She jumped back down, eyes still heavy.

She slipped her cloak - her old shadow (non-transparent) veil - around her and clipped the safety pin through to keep it in place.

Pastry pulled her holy fork out of the hollow of the tree, strapping it to her arm. Despite it being from the Order, it was meant to judge and punish the evil. At least, do good: Protect. Even if not, she was a Ranged cookie. Pastry isn't sure if she'd know how to really fight another way.

She thanked a villager for her jelly ration, and then set out to find Raisin.

She caught the attention of a raisin crow in the air, waving it down and letting it rest on her arm.

She stood for a moment, sleepy, before asking where Raisin was.

The crow squawked, before flapping up and flying away. Pastry ran after it, quickly getting awake. The crow led her down along the winding valley, with increasing speed. The crow disappeared behind a bend, mechanical whirring and shouts getting Pastry to flip out the arms of her crossbow.

She jumped up, readying her crossbow.

A group of wafflebots were fighting against Raisin, a few crows flitting around, squawking and nipping.

"Burn for your sins!"

A silver bolt shot through the center of one of the waffle bots, the "life" of it fizzling out and the parts dropping to the ground. Pastry started loading another bolt.

"No point in hiding!"

A murder of crows, descending onto the other waffle bots, leaving the bots covered in scratches and rips once the murder dispersed. A few fizzled out and dropped.

Pastry shot another bolt, taking out another bot. A few crows descended onto the remaining wafflebots, killing the last of them.

Pastry stood for a moment, catching her breath and then flipping the arms of her crossbow back in.

Raisin had already come up to her and planted a quick peck on Pastry's lips.

"Good morning, Pastry. You finally woke up," She smiled.

"You could have woken me up..." Pastry

"You looked like you needed it. Besides, it would've been harder to get you awake," Raisin laughed. The crow on her arm flapped happily, seemingly agreeing.

"Well, I'm awake now," Pastry muttered, lightly glaring. (She was not pouting. No.)

Raisin just smiled, kissing her on the lips again.

"Well, are you join me for the rest of the patrol?"

Pastry laugh-sighed through her nose, half hugging the other before kissing back. "Of course, Raisin."

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... I dunno how to write relationships like this. Help. i dunno how i feel about this. eh.

Anyways.

first writing piece for pride month! :p

Although I haven't started Chap. 9, I haven't found like. An actual Raisin Village, like the Pomegrante Village or the Ghost City. Eh.

So the Raisin Village is mostly thing's like Raisin's cookie decor*, a few actual tents (like the shape of the healer's tent), and one (or maybe 2??) tree houses.

*I mean, decorated trees that are clearly personalized? Yeah even if it isn't particularly like the traditional home, it's clearly home-y.

:p

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Here are the prompts

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt12

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Mention of Blood, Hunting, Unwanted hate towards a family member, and Suggestive content.

Previously

“Clearly one of us is lying about the book” Belphie said it looking at Satan.

“Obviously, but the question is who is lying”

“L-L-L-LUC-C-CIF-E-E-E!!! DON’T LET. GOOOOO!!” As Lucifer is flying through the dark sky of devildom above the unknown woods following Mammon. Levi is holding to dear life as Lucifer hold him by the arm and Levi hold on to Lucifer’s arm scared of falling.

“Mammon, where do you think your going!” Lucifer yells at his brother who let out shrike in responds.

“Hunting! Then why didn’t you say something before you left!” Mammon groan at Lucifer’s nagging. He won’t able to hunt properly with the two-demon yelling and scream behind him. He has to say something

He looked down and spot an opening field and decided to make a quick stop to have a little chat with his brothers.

Lucifer saw Mammon dive down to the open space in the wood, knowing fully well what he wants, Lucifer quickly dived down scaring Levi with sudden action as they follow Mammon to the ground.

“Stop following! Ya and Levi stay here, while I hunt” Mammon tells Lucifer, but poor Levi is only hearing shrike out of Mammon’s beak.

“Ah? Lucifer what is he telling us?” Levi whisper into Lucifer’s ear but he ignores Levi’s question and start walk up to Mammon with a scowl look on his face.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do Mammon, you are not in charge here.” Lucifer got into Mammon’s face and look him directly in the eyes as he said it, and Mammon loudly growl at Lucifer as he did the same thing.

“Hey-hey-hey! Okay let’s not fight!?! Come on w-we’re back together why are you guys like this!” Levi step in between them and raise both arms keep them far from each other.

Mammon huffs and turn his back on his brothers and start flying leaving the two worry and angry.

“Lucifer, I know that you’re not yourself right now, but maybe not try to provoke Mammon…... we just got him back and it seems that he took care of y/n at this point…... I think he knows what his doing” Levi sound worried after all first and second eldest are each other’s throat every time they’re in the same place, he has to think of something.

Lucifer took a deep breath and compose himself try to keep his instinct under control, he has to find that book, to finish the spell on himself.

He can’t go on like this, every control he has is slowly slipping away. At least finishing the spell will help him get a better understanding of demonic self or at the very least help control it.

“Levi, come on let’s go. We can’t leave Mammon all on his own”

“Are you sure, by the way he acted just now. It seems that he did want us to follow”

“We’ll watch from afar; I want to see how he hunts”

Levi unsurely nods at Lucifer, without wasting a second Lucifer flew above Levi and grab him by shoulder with his taloned feet as they start following Mammon again.

“Sweet, their all close together. They make this so much easier……. Oh, and the big one is there! Yer not gettin’ away this time” Mammon is circling above the lake where dread Deer are gathering by this time.

It took him two days to learn how get the hang of his demonic form, and two days you two had to eat only fruits and berries. He kinda miss instead noodles at night with you playfully feeding.

Before last night being in this form, it feels like he hasn’t change at all he finally gotten comfortable with this.

More time passes the better he gotten to flying, gliding, and swooping and catching things with taloned feet.

But he do miss the days when he is in his human form

The things that can do, and this demonic form can't do, especially with you.

Where he can hold you in his arms and hold your hand. Or how he just lay his hand on your chest hearing your heart beat with his arms wrap around your waist and your legs his torso, with one hand on his back and the other messaging his scalp.

Or some nights where you two are alone and being intimate, he peppering you with his kisses on your naked body, as you ran your hands all over his arms and torso. Then he pulls back to take a better look at you, your eyes are playfully narrow as you bit your lip with your cheek is red cross your face.

He leans forward right next to your ear.

“I love you so much” he whispers into your ear, making you giggle and turn to kiss you on the cheek “You’re my Treasure…… never forget that”

Now his stuck like this for a week now, wanting to change back once the two weeks are up. But all the while he gotten better with hunting. I mean he did kill Basto’s men when he decides to hunt him down once and for all.

But he didn’t expect for his brothers to go and try to trap him with Basto as bait, now everything he work so hard at this point, is throw out the window with his brothers being in the treasure cavern with you and him.

He doesn’t know why but he doesn’t like to be near Lucifer right now. Especially when his like that and being more like an angrier than before. And every time he see him, some thing about his presences just tick him off like it was instinct telling him to stay the hell away from him or not let Lucifer push him around. He hates it.

Right now, he just has to focus on the hunt.

After half an hour of waiting, the big dread deer move closer to four other Deer, now there his chances. He quickly swoops down and extend his taloned feet and landing on bigger dread deer digging into it flesh, with both taloned arms on the two deer grabbing them by neck crushing their throat and his beak bit down on the four deer’s neck breaking it spine. And it all happen in spilt second.

The herd start running away and hide back into the wood, once the trampling of hooves slowly fades, and what remains is the whimper of the stag dread deer underneath Mammon’s talons with snap of his feet, breaking the deer’s chest killing and silent filled the air.

“Four in one, this is my lucky day” he wags his tail at his accomplishment with a smile at eyes and a dead deer in his beak.

Then his joy quickly fades away when he heard Lucifer’s wings flapping closer, he quietly groans once he heard two pairs of feet landed on the ground behind him.

“I’m impress Mammon, you manage to kill four dread deer”

“I wasn’t lookin’ for yer praise”

“I wasn’t doing it to spit you Mammon…… Look if this about what happen last week…... I want to~”

“Save it! I don’t need you to say anything. I been kept y/n save for a week without yer help or the others! Now after hearing that I killed Basto’s men now ya realize that I can be responsible of doing things”

“By flying off with y/n and disappearing for a week! That’s not being responsible. That’s being reckless and stupid. The whole reason I kept Basto’s escape a secret from you”

“That’s It!!!”

Mammon drops everything he was holding and pounce on to Lucifer, Levi manages to duck from the side, but Lucifer wasn’t quick enough to dodge. He pined down by Mammon who shrike at his face in anger. Lucifer quickly grab his beak shut it close and using his legs he kicks Mammon off him, still holding his beak Lucifer flip Mammon on his back and quickly got back on his feet and turn to face Mammon who did the same thing.

“WHAT NOW GREED! IF YOU WANT A FIGHT, THEN A FIGHT YOU’LL GET” It wasn’t Lucifer talking at this point. It was his demonic self-took over as he creepily smiles, like he was waiting for this for centuries.

Mammon stands his ground in a defensive position as he let out a powerful shrike. Ready himself for a fight.

“ENOUGH!!!!”

The two snap out of their feral state by Levi’s scream, they turn towards Levi and shock to what they saw.

“Leviathan!?!, put that book down now!!”

[giorno-plays-piano]

Treasure hunt Part 2

Pairing: dragon!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of breeding, non-con.

Words: 2035.

Summary: No knight would dare to save a sacrificial bride of the dragon.

Part 1

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Stepping on the cold stone floor of the cave, you carefully circled around the mountains of gold and silver and moved forward. Navigating in the dark was incredibly hard, but the soft glow of gems and shining armours here and there helped you to get through. 

You were in your old torn nightgown again, the fancy garments Steve had gifted you laying on the bed along all those necklaces, earrings, cuffs, broches and rings finished with precious stones. You didn't need any of those as you run towards your way out of the deep cave. The only thing you craved for was your freedom.

Almost tripping over the golden spear, you finally saw the moonlight coming from the entrance of dragon's dungeon. You held your breathe. You were so close.

In a second you sprinted towards it with gleeful abandon, thinking of the dark night sky, huge fields and mountains surrounding the cave. It was scary to think you would have to fend for yourself from now on, but you were a traveler. You could make it as long as no one tried to seize you like those villagers, now all gone thanks to the dragon's wrath. You gulped. You prayed he would sleep soundly while you sneak out in the darkness of the night.

A part of you felt guilty for leaving him after everything he had done for you, but being his little pet because he deemed you too feeble to leave was humiliating. Maybe you would find some other way to thank him for his generosity later. As of now, the only thing on your mind was getting away from this place.

You could already feel the slight chill in the air when you got closer to the huge entrance of the cave and rushed towards it, thinking of nothing else but the cool wind blowing outside. Your lips curled when you saw the moon and stars high above you. However, before you stepped on the grass, you felt a push so strong you ended up thrown far back at the rocky floor and yelped in sudden pain - you crushed your elbow, blood seeping from it on the cold stone beneath you. Tears sting at your eyes as you hugged your arm and bit down on your lip to stop screaming.

What was that? What had pushed you so hard it sent you flying? You saw nothing in front of you, no scary creatures guarding the entrance of the prison you were locked in. Yet something didn't want you leave.

... or rather someone.

In a few moments you heard a distant sound of flapping gaunt wings and stilled. You had awoken the dragon with your cry, and now he was coming for you. You had failed terribly.

His blue eyes were glowing in the dark brighter than gems as he flew to you in his true form, big as a mountain, while you stared at his scaled golden wings with horror. His monstrous shadow covered you from above before he started landing, his gaze disturbing, anxious. A flap of his wings set off a little tornado, and you pressed yourself to the floor in panic. He was going to eat you. Burn you. Make you suffer for your disobedience. You had to stay in the cave instead of opposing his wish to protect you.

You sobbed quietly once the dragon had partly changed his form in haste - although his body was human, his sharp claws and long tale belonged to the dragon, his new appearance strange and frightening. He hurried towards you, his eyes on your blood-stained arm.

"What happened to you, my love?" Steve asked, bending over and reaching for your elbow. "Why did you leave your bed?"

What could you answer? With eyes full of tears, you kept your mouth shut, watching him growing with worry at your silence. You had betrayed his trust. 

"I will heal your wound, stay still." He sighed when you chewed on your lower lip, afraid to look at him.

The ointment suddenly appeared in his hand as if by magic, and Steve had torn the cotton fabric forcefully to look at the blood seeping from your arm. He said nothing at all as he wiped the wound and applied fresh-smelling balm on your skin. You felt disgusted at yourself: your savior had been so patient and kind, yet you preferred to escape without expressing your gratitude.

"You gave up all the gifts I brought you, my love." The dragon stated calmly as he finished. "Why? Don't be silent, sweetheart. I demand you to speak."

Desperately wiping the tears falling again and again with the back of your hand, you nodded. You could not bring youself to open your mouth.

"Why?" He asked one more time, his eyes the same color as the dark sky again. "Why do you want to leave me, my love? Have I not treated you kindly? Have I not given you everything you wanted?"

"I want to see the night sky." You muttered under your breathe, looking at the torn hem of your nightgown. "I want to feel the grass under my feet and listen to the chirping of the crickets."

"You are not my prisoner, sweetheart. I can bring you wherever you want me to."

A whine rebounded from your chest at his words.

"I don't want to be a sacrificial lamb." You sobbed, shaking your head desperately. "I don't want to be a pet. I don't want to ask for permission every time I step outside the cave."

"You are not my pet." The dragon whipped his huge sharp tail with such force it ruined one of the mountains of gold close to it, and you squeezed your eyes shut, terrified of his temper tantrums. "You are the one I've chosen to keep by my side, shield from the dangers of the world and share my treasures with you so you would share yours. Why isn't it enough? What else do I have to do?"

He pressed his lips together in a thin line, his claws dangerously close to your body as if he were going to sank them in your sensitive flesh and tear you apart. He would kill you, oh he would, you felt it in your bones. 

"I have nothing to give you, Steve, Sarah's son." You uttered and finally raised your head to meet his darkened gaze. "And I want nothing from you. Why do you want to keep me? You won't profit from it."

His eyes softened at the sight of your flushed face, wet from tears still streaming down your cheeks and chin. You looked so pathetic in front of him in your old nightgown, degraded bloodstains covering once white fabric, yet so beautiful, so lovely it enraged him to think he could lose you despite all his efforts. It bewildered him how fast he had grown used to your calming presence, your smell, your voice. You said you had nothing to give him, but you were so wrong. He wanted you. He wanted to feel you close, see your pretty face, touch your tender body heavy with his child, your breasts full of milk... He wanted you like no other treasure of his. No one but you could give him what he desired the most.

All of a sudden, he jumped at you and covered your trembling shoulders with his callous palms, his hungry mouth devouring yours while you were frozen on the spot. His hot tongue had poked at your lips, and you gave up to him, granting him access and barely recognizing what you were doing. It felt like a shock jolted him, followed by a pleasant tingling, and the dragon slammed his mouth down against yours with a groan.

"You have a lot to give me." He crooned when you were left gasping for air, astounded and confused. "You have something no one but you can grant me, sweetheart."

You gasped once his clawed hands cupped your soft belly through the thin cotton fabric, watching the man panting and looming above you. You realized just how wrong you were, thinking of him as your protector, a knight in shining armor while he was exactly who villagers told you he was - a hungry monster craving for his bride's warm flesh, just in a different way. 

"No, no." You tried pushing him back, and his sharp tail hit the ground loudly, making you shiver. "P-please, I'm only human. I can't do it."

"My mother was human too." Letting out a chuckle, Steve lowered the nightgown on your shoulders while you desperately clenched the fabric in your arm, your other palm on his chest to prevent him from coming closer. "Why are you afraid? I won't harm you. In the end, this is the destiny of all women, isn't it? To become a good wife and mother. Surely, it is better to belong to me rather than any filthy peasant?"

You couldn't keep arguing, knowing your words would fall in deaf ears, and tried breaking free from his grip only to make the dragon more excited as he climbed on top of you, lifting the hem of your nightgown as his hands trailed upward. His palms were burning your thighs when you whimpered, shaking and moving beneath him like a snake. Why was he doing it? Did he force himself on each and every bride of his and got rid of them later once he got bored?

"Please, please let me go." You pleaded, feeling him leaving hot kisses down your neck and shoulders, his lips dry but soft. "Let me leave, I beg of you!"

"Oh you can't leave, sweetheart. You've eaten the dragon fruit, remember?" His toothy smile made you feel sick. "Now you are bound to me."

"Like all of them were?" You yelled in disgust and despair, staring at the dragon's hollowed blue eyes. "Did you truly let them go as you said? Or did you eat them when you no longer loved them?"

Your words made him laugh as he bared your breasts, ripping the fabric apart with his claws but avoiding touching your skin before his hands fully tranformed into human ones. Dragon's enourmous tail layed close to you, its razor-edged tip reminding you Steve could kill you within a few seconds.

Then he stroked your wet cheek with his fingers and cooed softly, his gaze darkening at the sight of your angered face. "None of them deserved to stay, sweetheart. I let them go. I don't know why you insist I eat humans as if I were a lowly beast, but if you're so eager to see me doing it, I will eat you."

Your mouth tasted like copper when you bit on your lip too hard, missing the mischievous look in Steve's bright blue eyes as you flinched from his touch, his tail now pressing you to the cold stony floor. The dragon backed down a bit, and you saw how he hungrily looked at your thighs and belly. He prepared to devour you, tear your flesh apart, and you were to die at his hands for your stubbornness and stupidity. Trembling like a leaf, you shut your eyes, preparing for the end.

Then you winced from a tender touch, Steve caressing your naked mound with his hand lovingly, his eyes watching you intently. What was that? Was he going to sank his teeth into?..

You covered your mouth with your palm as you felt his long wet tongue on your gentle folds. Gods, it would be even more painful than you had ever imagined. This perverted monster wanted to devour your womanhood. But before you could cry out in pain, you suddenly mewled from his pleasurable kitten licks and squirmed, trying to get up to see what the dragon was doing.

"W-wha..."

"I'm sorry, my dear." Steve smirked, raising his head a bit and pressing a shameless kiss to your mound. "But this is how I like to eat cute little girls like you. So, keep this pretty hand away from your mouth and let me show you how good I can make you feel."

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